<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:26:04.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Daughter Guatemala Mission Trip</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandy,Amy,Kathy,Rachel,Vicki,Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050716516768480803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSCcrRZZtTY/SkudVhTpb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/V8EHRtdSyf4/S220/Mission+Trip+002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-7898830880207534676</id><published>2009-08-10T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:00:31.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiva</title><content type='html'>Yes we all have a deep desire now to do more, to help meet needs, to find ways to reach people in need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on a journey, not sure where it will lead but we are searching for ways to help people.  One step at a time I say, something here, something there until we find out where God is taking us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a conference this week and heard something really interesting, someone from a third world country saying NO don't send aid.  Interesting his take was this hasn't and isn't solving the needs within his country.   So what should someone do who wants to help?   He says ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We passionately believe that TRADE NOT AID is the only viable strategy for Africa’s economic and social development. Handouts create dependency and stifle innovation, whilst Trade provides opportunities for economic empowerment and wealth creation. Trade generates employment and helps to build communities. It has the potential to create equitable partnerships between growers and consumers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this pretty interesting.  The more he talked about it the more it really made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found through this conference a great way to help through an organization called Kiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wanted to let you know about Kiva (&lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/"&gt;www.kiva.org&lt;/a&gt;), a non-profit that allows you to lend as little as $25 to a specific low-income entrepreneur across the globe. You choose who to lend to - whether a baker in Afghanistan, a goat herder in Uganda, a farmer in Peru, a restaurateur in Cambodia, or a tailor in Iraq - and as they repay their loan, you get your money back.  It's a powerful and sustainable way to empower someone right now to lift themselves out of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, it's a really awesome way to lend (not hand out) money to someone to allow them the opportunity to help themselves.  To us the amounts are so little, but can you imagine how it feels to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-7898830880207534676?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/7898830880207534676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/7898830880207534676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/7898830880207534676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiva.html' title='Kiva'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460007177799065111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-4420552485530905750</id><published>2009-07-31T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:48:49.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORN AGAIN....AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOMav2GNXSc/SnMjJ5dVnrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_qroU5fYxYI/s1600-h/2009_0714guatemala0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364670234078060210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOMav2GNXSc/SnMjJ5dVnrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_qroU5fYxYI/s320/2009_0714guatemala0331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were standing on the side of a mountain overlooking the beautiful city of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antigua_Guatemala"&gt;Antigua&lt;/a&gt; in Guatemala. Our interpretors pointed out a volcano. Rachel pulled out her camera and just as she was about to snap the picture, something appeared in her viewfinder. "What is that?" she wondered. Come to find out, she caught the beginning of a small eruption, that plume of smoke at the top.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;People ask me, "How was your trip?" I find myself at a loss for words. "Great...hard...life changing...beautiful...incredible...." How do I explain what I cannot fully grasp myself?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think Rachel's photo reflects how I am feeling. On the outside, everything appears calm and peaceful. But since our trip, there is this burning, churning passion and unrest. I am not sure where God is leading and what He is calling me/us to. I just know that I am not the same. It is like I have been "born again....again". There are faces that God has seared into the very center of my heart. All of our hearts. I fiercely love the owners of those faces. They flash through my mind. Sometimes, I cry remembering. Sometimes, I laugh. Sometimes, I just have to be silent. Always, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is next on God's agenda for us. But lyrics of Switchfoots, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2LYYwnbDD8"&gt;New Way to Be &lt;/a&gt;Human" also illustrate my heartbeat....there's something new...something I have never been...something spreading under my skin....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a new way to be human&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something we've never been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a new way to be human&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT'S SPREADING UNDER MY SKIN!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-4420552485530905750?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/4420552485530905750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/born-againagain.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/4420552485530905750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/4420552485530905750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/born-againagain.html' title='BORN AGAIN....AGAIN'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941457608878693254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOMav2GNXSc/SnMjJ5dVnrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_qroU5fYxYI/s72-c/2009_0714guatemala0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-7332049845999656669</id><published>2009-07-13T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:18:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Amy Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm home now. I can't believe it's over but I'm so happy to see my family. What an amazing trip, and I'm not sure I can even describe it in words. It was so full of emotion, so many happy moments, sad moments, joyous times, and times of despair. One of the women said in our last devotional time, she needs to wait for God to hem her up, and that's a great way to explain it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me it was about a little girl named Kimberly, around 3 years old, who climbed up in my lap and had nothing but smiles. She held her big bird doll and would giggle and just about everything I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357927601817467634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlsuxC6XOvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m8ciFFghuSk/s200/Guatemala+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a little girl named Diana that seemed painfully shy. Watching my mom spend time with her, warm up to her, take the time with her, and eventually make her smile and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357945897277481554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls_Z-z8YlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4mStBEtd-NA/s200/Guatemala+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was about a 15 year old girl named Marisela who immediately wanted to be with me during the VBS time, who was smart, outgoing, and funny. A girl who had such a great spirit. A girl I wish I could have spent more time with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357935399421608290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls127QEAWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PHAV_tJIimE/s200/Guatemala+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was about girl named Greiysi who lives in a very rough place, but still seemed to have some happiness. I pray that she finds a way out of there, a road to hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357935402454303154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls13GjHQbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ULM6L6DFq-8/s200/Guatemala+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was about the faces, the faces that are burned into my mind and heart. The faces I will pray for without ceasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls12dOXHOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qyorp_eCL6o/s1600-h/Guatemala+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357935391361408226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls12dOXHOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qyorp_eCL6o/s200/Guatemala+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357942779585468978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls8kggPmjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oGOD5x64-MI/s200/Guatemala+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357942790916230370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls8lKttTOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VhgCPmVwQjU/s200/Guatemala+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about a little church in a small community, about the faithful people that come, some a long distance, to be there. Their pastor and his love for those people, and worshipping God in song side by side with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ab44643653c9f77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ab44643653c9f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976167%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D266789B9FB03A381FFBC7D18CD4A1D8D7E84EC42.2CCF4D53E3F34C03F9B3D49A102C9E65D50768CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ab44643653c9f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlXZLGI7XdGWdPX6sOw_Kr40QPMY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ab44643653c9f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329976167%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D266789B9FB03A381FFBC7D18CD4A1D8D7E84EC42.2CCF4D53E3F34C03F9B3D49A102C9E65D50768CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ab44643653c9f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlXZLGI7XdGWdPX6sOw_Kr40QPMY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was about girls, girls that had been pulled out of the system and taken to a transitional home funded by Buckner. Girls who were so amazing and were going to have the hope of a brighter future.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357938101196416018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls4UMJX5BI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c8kXklZ4vWE/s200/Guatemala+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357938093728828962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls4TwU9jiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lYQGw8rYGMA/s200/Guatemala+283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was about two girls I've watched grow up most of their lives, and seeing them step out of their comfort zone. Seeing them do things that were sometimes uncomfortable. About seeing God's love expressed through them for all of these children and people. What a blessing! Thank you to them for being willing to allow God to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357939760309894690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls50w02fiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UFmtljeOu3Y/s200/angie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357939761469606674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls501JWSxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qo-Xlx_CXZk/s200/Guatemala+421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about my sisters, who ventured out in faith to take this journey. About already having a love for them that ran so deep, yet somehow we found a way to go deeper through this journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357940863171379058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls609ThP3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/i1smusHKJWE/s200/Guatemala+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357940858720294018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls60suTFII/AAAAAAAAAFM/70aPzD9B8NU/s200/Guatemala+280.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also to remember the two that were saved, the two little one's who live in my house. The two that God brought to me out of a similar environment. Thank you God for my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357945053379586498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls-o3DAacI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KSzkWophzgY/s200/232323232%257Ffp932%253Enu%253D323%253A%253E43%253A%253E557%253EWSNRCG%253D326463963333%253Anu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357945129496813266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls-tSmxHtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jwddEaQeeZw/s200/of%3D50,480,480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to Craig and my Dad for holding down the fort to make this trip possible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of those who donated toward helping make this trip possible for me. Thank you to those who donated the items I was able to take with me. You should know that the people were so greatful to receive them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941153491081442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls7F21IWOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ggOUs6es1mU/s200/Guatemala+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941156438156466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls7GBzxJLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zkuqG7duXgc/s200/Guatemala+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to my Mom, for sharing this experience with me. It was such a blessing to be able to go on this trip with you, and I'm so happy we were able to do it together! I love you very much!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357942792713107186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls8lRaHdvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q_Brrqjh9x0/s200/Guatemala+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357942799418681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls8lqY2aJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2TZYGvo9s1o/s200/Guatemala+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357942802933878978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls8l3e8EMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3ZewmKfYwow/s200/Guatemala+313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you most to God. For giving me all I have, help me to never take it for granted. Thank you for using me on this trip. Please help me never to forget this experience, and to always remember to lift up these children to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357944049049942946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Sls9uZoKO6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TUoEiSAMvFU/s200/Guatemala+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-7332049845999656669?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1ab44643653c9f77&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/7332049845999656669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/7332049845999656669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/7332049845999656669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460007177799065111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlsuxC6XOvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m8ciFFghuSk/s72-c/Guatemala+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-285588146243419640</id><published>2009-07-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:55:43.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 (Day of Hope)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/Sllsv5vrQzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PjNLM67I4p8/s1600-h/Guatemala+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432801944355634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/Sllsv5vrQzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PjNLM67I4p8/s320/Guatemala+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/SllsvqPau_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/yf2wr4gq22c/s1600-h/Guatemala+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432797782522866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/SllsvqPau_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/yf2wr4gq22c/s320/Guatemala+301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/SllsvEnirNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PrbT1XF0wag/s1600-h/Guatemala+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432787683159250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/SllsvEnirNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PrbT1XF0wag/s320/Guatemala+299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/Sllsu7AKk-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJz1nGwGKb0/s1600-h/Guatemala+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432785102083042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/Sllsu7AKk-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJz1nGwGKb0/s320/Guatemala+291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was definitely a well needed breath of fresh air. I can safely say, it was a turning point for me. One word we had to keep in mind this trip was "flexibilty," which seemed almost impossible in some cases. Originally, our day was supposed to start at 9:00 AM visiting the Dump Ministry to pass out food bags. As a last minute change of plans, we were directed to the Community Center, where they gather for church and community activities. Walking off the bus into the room, I could already feel the love coming from that building. A few days ago, we stopped at the local grocery store and bought black beans, rice, flour, and sugar for each family who attended the community center church. After spending time with the kids and families, we passed out the bags of food. It was a very emotional experience as each family came up to get their food. They gave each of us a hug and kiss and a "God bless you" We ended our time there in a big circle, with a prayer and song. Later, I found out they were singing something along the lines of, "we are a blessed community, because we have the love of God in our hearts." Just thinking back, I would have never experienced that if I didnt have flexibilty in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to the BEST place of the whole trip. A transitional home that the Buckner staff had funded. The ones currently living there moved there from the Manchen house. They get to move to the transitional home if they show promise, or respond in good behavior. They were so well behaved, greeted us with hugs. There was no VBS scheduled for today, it was just a hang out day with the girls which was just a blessing. It was just very moving to see that there is some hope for the girls in the Manchen house, who didnt seem very promising. It's always great to see, at each place, the girls that instantly attach to you. It was very hard to leave them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to a baby home for our last visit of the trip. Just about 45 minutes to love and hug on all the babies and toddlers there. One boy has been in the process of being adopted by and American family who lives in Indians. This process has been put on hold for 2 years since adoption turned into baby selling in Guatemala. The family visits the boy almost every month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all during this trip, I've learned to not take my family for granted. To appreciate that I have someone to love and care for me each and everyday. I've learned that everyone needs someone. I've learned to love my sisters. Like we all said tonight, I didnt think it was possible to love them anymore but I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for letting me share this experience with you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-285588146243419640?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/285588146243419640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-5-day-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/285588146243419640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/285588146243419640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-5-day-of-hope.html' title='Day 5 (Day of Hope)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252175035216154886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4If38mkA7k/Sllsv5vrQzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PjNLM67I4p8/s72-c/Guatemala+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-8268597656865783256</id><published>2009-07-11T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:55:03.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SllehrIyEOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7aTE2yTSLBc/s1600-h/Guatemala+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357417164342169826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SllehrIyEOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7aTE2yTSLBc/s200/Guatemala+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Slleb3-JpCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wpxvJxH4ghE/s1600-h/Guatemala+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357417064708023330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/Slleb3-JpCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wpxvJxH4ghE/s200/Guatemala+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SllebsQiaUI/AAAAAAAAADs/6VAsGYY8zQc/s1600-h/Guatemala+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357417061563918658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SllebsQiaUI/AAAAAAAAADs/6VAsGYY8zQc/s200/Guatemala+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SllebJNYNqI/AAAAAAAAADk/OhnD_h3ThSI/s1600-h/Guatemala+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357417052155426466" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlleaSc5TLI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lj93Nf81S0E/s200/Guatemala+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-8268597656865783256?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/8268597656865783256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/8268597656865783256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/8268597656865783256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4-pics.html' title='Day 4 Pics'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460007177799065111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SllehrIyEOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7aTE2yTSLBc/s72-c/Guatemala+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-7909488509381997826</id><published>2009-07-10T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:25:04.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today we got an early start, headed to Antigua for shopping and lunch. The city is beyond beautiful! First we drove up to a lookout point with a breathtaking view over the city of Antigua, including three volcanos in the background.   One of the volcanos even erupted a bit of gray smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch and went to the girls home to visit with 90 girls, aged 13-18.&lt;br /&gt;Each day has new and different challenges. These girls are starved for love and attention.&lt;br /&gt;Some have visitors, most do not. One girl was broken hearted because a visit that had been scheduled for Sunday had been cancelled and nobody was coming to see her. The poor girl was sobbing for most of the time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This home had a small group of special needs girls as well, which were precious and did their best to participate and love on their visitors. Some of the special needs girls have babies of their own. I dont know how long the babies stay at the home with their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest were divided up and we prepared to do the crafts and activites, VBS as we had at the other locations. One challenge was that these girls are older, and even rougher, tougher than those we met at the other facilities.  But, we could see the same hope and need for love and hugs, for friends and acceptance. Many times, the girls over ran the activities- demanding the gifts or supplies  we had set out for the day. There was a lot of hoarding- hiding items in pockets, and asking for more, as if none had been given, which is very common for children who have nothing of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these girls have babies of their own - this was really difficult to see - they could not participate in the activites unless we held the babies, so they could have time to be kids themselves. (of course I volunteered)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These events are both exhilarating and exhausting. Almost all of them end with both kids and missionaries in tears.  All I know is that the eye to eye contact, the hugs and kisses, the smiles and efforts to speak one anothers language has to make a difference to  all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said this feels like 'hit and run' relationships with these kids, and its true.   This much I know is also true:  A little bit of Jesus goes a longer way than anything else we have to offer - and His return on investment is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Vicki&lt;br /&gt;PS Angie may post some of todays pics later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-7909488509381997826?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/7909488509381997826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/7909488509381997826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/7909488509381997826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252175035216154886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-8345280258772866724</id><published>2009-07-09T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:57:49.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It was the best of times....it was the worst of times."&lt;/em&gt;  This describes how we are all feeling.  Every day has been amazing and at the same time, emotionally difficult.  We have developed these immediate connections with the children we are meeting.  We want to hug and love on each and every one.  But of course, for each of us, there have been those special few that have crept deep into our hearts and if it was possible, we would not be leaving them behind. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we visited a community center with boys and girls 4 to 7 years old.  Oh my gosh, they were so full of fun and joy.  After some of our planned activities, the children wanted to perform some dances for us.  It was like they wanted to gift us back.   We gave so very little compared to the way the kids lavished US with their love and affection.  When we got ready to leave, every single child hugged and kissed each team member.  I don't know if I have ever experienced a kiss as sweet as theirs.  And then they waited outside to wave good-bye as we left.  Thinking about them, I am both smiling and crying....happy that I am carrying them in my heart and deeply sad that our time together was so short. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, we went back to the Remar home to work with teen girls, age 13 to 18 years.    The girls were typical teens, yet not so typical.  Looking at their beautiful faces, all we could think about was what they have to cope with in their lives and what their futures may bring.  Again, each of us developed bonds very quickly with the girls.  One thing that we have seen consistently is that the kids love to have their pictures taken.  They pose for the camera and then quickly want to see what the photo will look like.  All of us left feeling like we wished we could have given more, done more.   Have we made a difference to them?  I know that they have stamped themselves forever into our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amy said, it is hard to find the words to express how we are feeling.  Our hearts are so full, yet there is this ache that has no cure.  We have given of ourselves, yet what we have given seems so little....we all want to do so much more.  This has been very satisfying and very frustrating all at the same time.  I know that there is so much I want to share with you all, yet things I am not done keeping between me and the Lord for now. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are all grateful for your continued prayers and love.   I never knew how much we would really need to count on that while we are here.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-8345280258772866724?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/8345280258772866724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/8345280258772866724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/8345280258772866724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-3.html' title='DAY 3'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941457608878693254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-648478510778497265</id><published>2009-07-08T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:04:28.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Day 2 Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV50e7o-JI/AAAAAAAAADM/1MmI_QW6vjQ/s1600-h/Guatemala+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356321274390444178" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV43YEki5I/AAAAAAAAACk/u-ktMHpaTBk/s200/Guatemala+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV422WvVNI/AAAAAAAAACc/rqZUJicvjuA/s1600-h/Guatemala+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356320215526233298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV422WvVNI/AAAAAAAAACc/rqZUJicvjuA/s200/Guatemala+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV42pF-GtI/AAAAAAAAACU/PY5TGUB9Oxs/s1600-h/Guatemala+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356320211966237394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV42pF-GtI/AAAAAAAAACU/PY5TGUB9Oxs/s200/Guatemala+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV42NfehRI/AAAAAAAAACM/FkaopimvVZg/s1600-h/Guatemala+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356320204557026578" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Our day was filled with such amazing experiences of sharing God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left this morning for the baby/toddler home, I think everyone was pretty excited about that, who doesn't love babies. When we arrived we were informed some of the babies were sick so we were required to wear masks during our visit (in case you see the pictures and wonder why :) The home had about 8-9 baby babies, and a couple of us at a time were allowed to go up and hold and play with them. I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear that Vicki and Angie were the first to go :) No one loves babies like our Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us were invited out to a court yard where there were about 30-40 toddler age kids playing. They had a playset, a playhouse and some toys out there to play with. They were just the most precious children and we were more than happy to spend our time with them. There are 15 of us and we just dispersed and played and loved on these kids. It was amazing in such a relatively short time how you and them can bond. Many of the kids found immediate connections with some of us and wanted to stay attached to us the entire time. It was just such a joy to bring fun and affection to them, and what an honor to do it on God's behalf. I hope and pray that they were able to feel His love for them by spending some time with us.&lt;br /&gt;We brought bubbles, sidewalk chalk, beach balls and various other things, which they flocked to everytime we brought out something new. We left them messy but they had a great time!!&lt;br /&gt;When our time with them was over, we gave hugs good bye and gathered in the front lobby room to leave. There were many many tears shed, it was such an emotional experience, I'm sure I can't convey in writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and went to the local mall for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we visited the Remar Girls Home, this home is set up with many buildings on the property and this visit we were spending with the 7-13 year old girls. We were taken at first to the building where some of the older girls live (we will visit with them tomorrow afternoon), they showed us their room and talked to us for a bit, they also gave us some of their hand made jewlery which they were so proud of. Afterwards we went to a large rec type room to do our VBS with the younger girls. We had maybe 5-10 come in at first but as we began the room began to fill up quickly. We ended up with about 30 girls and about 10 boys (they came from somewhere else on the property). We shared with them the story of Esther and they learned a Bible verse. After that we made some crowns with them (like Queen Esther) and had a playtime. Again, another joyous experience. They were all so excited to have us there, they were so engaged by the story and listened intently. They had a blast making the crowns and playing the games with us. We were able to spend a good amount of time just playing and having fun with them at the end. Before we left each child was given a gift bag (the boys received soccer balls and some candy - as we weren't expecting them). The girls were given candy, necklaces, hair accessories, stickers and other fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we were taken to a local restaurant for dinner, where some of us were able to make our own tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessed day we all had! What an honor to serve these special special children in this way. I can't wait to see the blessings God has for us over the next three days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers for us and the children we are serving, it means so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2vOAZi_I/AAAAAAAAABU/2M7k9Fb2YmY/s1600-h/Guatemala+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356317885412772850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2vOAZi_I/AAAAAAAAABU/2M7k9Fb2YmY/s200/Guatemala+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2uziREfI/AAAAAAAAABM/g9RIci7yvR0/s1600-h/Guatemala+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356317878307066354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2uziREfI/AAAAAAAAABM/g9RIci7yvR0/s200/Guatemala+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2ufHDwEI/AAAAAAAAABE/9tjNc4EzVsU/s1600-h/Guatemala+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356317872824238146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2ufHDwEI/AAAAAAAAABE/9tjNc4EzVsU/s200/Guatemala+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2uOMWSKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bViQlGTdCn0/s1600-h/Guatemala+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356317868283021474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2uOMWSKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bViQlGTdCn0/s200/Guatemala+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2t4zmUGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JHZtxhmLMXk/s1600-h/Guatemala+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356317862542069858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2t4zmUGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JHZtxhmLMXk/s200/Guatemala+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-6885144599127278427?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/6885144599127278427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2-visit-to-babytoddler-home-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/6885144599127278427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/6885144599127278427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2-visit-to-babytoddler-home-and.html' title='Day 2 - Visit to the baby/toddler home, and Remar Girls Home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460007177799065111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlV2vOAZi_I/AAAAAAAAABU/2M7k9Fb2YmY/s72-c/Guatemala+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-2869205783990695772</id><published>2009-07-07T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:50:23.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One - Day of Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI9mT8mYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0aJpmoy3IUk/s1600-h/Guatemala+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915711199615362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI9mT8mYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0aJpmoy3IUk/s200/Guatemala+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI9O_hAYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Aq3dJbdWB-8/s1600-h/Guatemala+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915704939905410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI9O_hAYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Aq3dJbdWB-8/s200/Guatemala+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI8zc0KdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nCwYHWXuaKE/s1600-h/Guatemala+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915697546602962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI8zc0KdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nCwYHWXuaKE/s200/Guatemala+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Packing Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI8RZn5yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6AzXbckFitI/s1600-h/Guatemala+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915688406411042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI8RZn5yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6AzXbckFitI/s200/Guatemala+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally landing in Guatemala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI8PqtAuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DVHfP_b-iFc/s1600-h/Guatemala+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915687941178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI8PqtAuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DVHfP_b-iFc/s200/Guatemala+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to keep my composure while dealing with getting us rebooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we finally arrived in Guatemala safe and sound (so did our luggage). After a VERY long day of travel, delays, and challenges. Our flight from Detroit to Houston was unable to land because of weather, so they wanted us to hold for an hour for it to clear, however our plane didn't have enough fuel. We ended up having to land in Shreveport and wait in the plane about an hour for the plane to refuel and gain permission to go to Houston. When we finally arrived there, we of course had missed our flight to Guatemala. When we tried to get rebooked we ran into some challenges. There was a flight at 1115am, and the next one at 730pm. Both were showing full :( So we were told we would have to split up. My fear of course were that some might make neither and then what??? So we got ourselves on standby and headed for the gate of the 1115 flight. We were told probably not, but he'd let us know once the plane was fully boarded. So we waited, stressed out a bit, and then we prayed. We so badly wanted to stay together, there were so many worries with splitting up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the plane was loaded, we went back to the counter, and we all made the flight. Yeah God!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That hurdle was behind us, we were scattered on the plane but all on the same flight and hoped for the best for our luggage. When we arrived in Guatemala we were so excited to find everything made it with us! Then we walked out to look for our ride, but, no one was there with our sign. We waited a few minutes, talked about what to do, then a van arrived with our hotel written on the side. He seemed to know of us, and we decided to take the van. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it to our hotel, better late than never. We met the fantastic group of women we would be sharing this trip with and spend the next few hours going through all of the items we all brought with us and sorting them out by orphange we would visit. It was pretty crazy but so amazing and exciting too. Thinking about the next few days and how all those items will be used and will touch children's lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have been up since 3am, it's now 1030pm (our time, 830pm Guatemala time) and we are all pretty much exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-2869205783990695772?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/2869205783990695772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-one-day-of-travel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/2869205783990695772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/2869205783990695772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-one-day-of-travel.html' title='Day One - Day of Travel'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460007177799065111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-ReXiSCoGi4/SlQI9mT8mYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0aJpmoy3IUk/s72-c/Guatemala+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-4342699189400077485</id><published>2009-07-06T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:33:26.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NOT-SO SECRET SOCIETY</title><content type='html'>I have noticed an interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt; when I tell people about our trip. Those who have been on a missions trip themselves get this knowing look in their eyes and a radiant smile on their faces. "Oh, your life will never be the same. God will reveal Himself to you in a whole new way. I am SO happy for you!" Every person. Every time. Like members of a group who know something that I have not yet learned.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. Intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In just a few hours, I will be joining that "Not So Secret" Society of Christ Followers who have been on one of these things we call a missions trip, with the sole purpose of glorifying God while serving others. Usually away from home. There are so many thoughts swirling through my mind and heart. I feel like I am entering the unknown. A country, a people, a team that I am unfamiliar with. The children...I cannot wait to see them...who does God have planned for us to meet? To love on?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my life will be changed. I hope that I will look more like Jesus on the other side of this trip. I hope that I will be more loving. More kind. More thankful. More caring. Less needy. Less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-occupied with "mine".&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be surprised to learn something new about God. After more than 30 years as a Christ Follower, He still takes my breath away. Still has me in awe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like Vicki voiced...thank you for getting us here. Thank you for promised prayers. Thanks for loving and believing in us!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Love you! Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-4342699189400077485?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/4342699189400077485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-so-secret-society.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/4342699189400077485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/4342699189400077485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-so-secret-society.html' title='THE NOT-SO SECRET SOCIETY'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941457608878693254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-6605046739796033099</id><published>2009-07-06T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:40:21.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RACHEL'S THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>This will be my first time out of the country (not counting Canada).  I'm scared &amp;amp; nervous &amp;amp; excited &amp;amp; happy to be going with my mom.  I hope to learn something about myself and about God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-6605046739796033099?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/6605046739796033099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/rachels-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/6605046739796033099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/6605046739796033099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/rachels-thoughts.html' title='RACHEL&apos;S THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941457608878693254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-6414812113875871195</id><published>2009-07-06T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:59:36.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently a dear friend said that she felt like she had the Verizon "Network" people supporting her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love that word picture! What a great feeling- to have a "network" of people not so much behind, but along side for whatever life brings our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm blessed to share that same Network. And now, God has shown me an even bigger picture- glimpses of &lt;strong&gt;His Network.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparing for this trip has been incredible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From the very first email: "Wanna go on a mission trip"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(My thought: what are you CRAZY? Who has money these days?) to all of the exciting, and sometimes challenging fundraising.... which includes Mary Kay party ( who knew? thanks to the most generous Mary Kay Lady who donated 100% of her profit) and almost 20 volunteers who worked a 5 band concert one night, and donated their pay for the evening to this trip - also collecting returnable bottles and cans - as well as the &lt;strong&gt;generosity of friends, family and coworkers&lt;/strong&gt; who donated online out of their kind and generous hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many people have invested in this adventure.&lt;/strong&gt; Last week all six of us sorted all of the donated items as we prepared to inventory and pack them. There was &lt;strong&gt;so much stuff&lt;/strong&gt;, we thought we may have to leave some behind... but, it all fit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While sorting through the items, I couldn't help but think about all of you who shopped from the list, and brought things in and left them on my desk, or on my porch. You guys are incredible! &lt;strong&gt;And you are part of His Network that goes along with us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;( We're just the ambassadors and delivery people now. ) I'll have to ask the translators to help describe to the children that so many people in Michigan ( and in Columbus OH, and in Florida ) all sent these gifts and money so that we could come and have some special time with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's Network is amazing and beyond compare! &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks for being willing to be used by Him to accomplish his mission for this adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Special thanks for using your financial abilities and gifts to bless others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Special thanks for the time you took to shop and donate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Special thanks for your concerns about shots and sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Special thanks for your concerns about kidnapping and overthrown governments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Special thanks for your concerns about broken hearts when leaving these children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Special thanks to Darryl for being supportive and loving, while hesitant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Special thanks for being my friend, family, brother, sister and caring about what I care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love, Vicki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wow.... I'm so glad I decided to goof off while we took this picture. Who said the picture will be SMALL ? (And goofy faces won't be noticeable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-6414812113875871195?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/6414812113875871195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/network.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/6414812113875871195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/6414812113875871195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/07/network.html' title='The Network'/><author><name>Vicki Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05517968991132670083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-79872904632970786</id><published>2009-06-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:49:35.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Itinerary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, July 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon Arrive Guatemala City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 – 5:00pm Packing Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm Dinner at the Vista Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early to bed Night at the Vista Real Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, July 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;830am Devotional and Orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15am Baby Home Casa Alegria(ages 0-6, 20 babies), morning with the babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm Lunch at Pollo Campero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm Visit Remar Girl’s Home (ages 7-13, 40 girls), VBS &amp;amp; games / Girlie&lt;br /&gt;time - Paint nails and create new hair styles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Dinner at Casa Chapina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at Vista Real Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, July 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15am Devotional and Sharing Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am Community Center La Verbena (ages 4-7, about 30 children –about 15&lt;br /&gt;boys, 15 girls), VBS &amp;amp; games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm Lunch at Miraflores Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm Visit Remar Girls Home (ages 14-18, 30 girls), VBS &amp;amp; games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Split party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Dinner at Tefratelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at the Vista Real Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, July 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30am Depart for Antigua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am Shopping in Antigua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm Lunch at Porta Antigua Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm Manchen Girl’s Home (ages 14-18, about 90 girls), VBS &amp;amp; games /&lt;br /&gt;Girlie time - Paint nails and create new hair styles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Dinner at Vista Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at the Vista Real Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm Devotional and Sharing Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, July 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15am Devotional and Sharing Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am Visit the Dump ministry and pass out bags of food to 50 families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm Lunch at the Girls Transitional Home (boys from the Boys&lt;br /&gt;Transitional Home will join us –1 11 teenage boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm Spend time with the girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Special Farewell Dinner with Translators at Portal del Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at Vista Real Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, July 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depart to the US&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-79872904632970786?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/79872904632970786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-itinerary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/79872904632970786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/79872904632970786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-itinerary.html' title='Trip Itinerary'/><author><name>Sandy,Amy,Kathy,Rachel,Vicki,Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050716516768480803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSCcrRZZtTY/SkudVhTpb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/V8EHRtdSyf4/S220/Mission+Trip+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-1741348553464612809</id><published>2009-02-27T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:13:03.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN CORDUROY OVERALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One of the first times I saw him, he was wearing green corduroy overalls and a striped shirt. I was watching a video of him sitting on the floor of the orphanage playing with a toy train. The plastic trees kept falling over and he would not continue to play until those trees were set back up correctly. He looked so so small. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair. Deliberate expression on his face. Oblivious to the fact that those two nice people playing with him were his new parents.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another tree falls over. He stops and sets it back up. And that was the moment...the very moment he captured my heart. I fell in love with the little boy in the green corduroy overalls. That moment is etched in my minds eye and I will carry it forever. It shares a spot with other memories now. The homecoming. Celebrating a birthday, and then another. Memories of him in his mother's arms or walking hand in hand with his dad. Grabbing his grandpa's nose and running to grandma with something exciting to tell. Playing with him and his sister in the toy room at work. The birth of Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; and Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaki&lt;/span&gt;. But at the center of it all sits a little blond boy in green corduroy overalls.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering what I could possibly accomplish for God on this trip and in the lives of the children we will meet. Only a few days...just a drop in the bucket in their lives really. Will it mean anything? Is it worth it? And then a vision of the boy in green corduroy overalls flashed in mind. And I remembered how I wished I could just hug him and maybe play awhile.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know. Maybe there won't be green corduroy overalls. And maybe I won't get to have them in my life forever...but there is a little boy or a little girl...or perhaps several little ones...that just need someone to sit beside them while they are playing with a train, or a doll, or blocks. I hope there will be hugs. I know there will be love...beyond my own. The Father's love. It will be for Him that our team will love on these kids. It will be for the orphanage workers who are dedicating their lives to these kids. It will be for the families, yet to come and claim their own. And, it will be for the little boy in the green corduroy overalls and his beautiful sister, who will be waiting for us when we get home.--Kathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-1741348553464612809?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/1741348553464612809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-corduroy-overalls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/1741348553464612809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/1741348553464612809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-corduroy-overalls.html' title='GREEN CORDUROY OVERALLS'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03941457608878693254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3878846978855651120.post-489627222406553908</id><published>2009-02-25T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:06:47.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I (Amy) have two amazing children adopted from Russia. When my husband and I started that journey we never realized what that might mean for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did we find our children, but also found a deep love for orphans and adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, and friends that we consider family also walked through that journey with us and found that same love in the process. As a result we all have a desire to continue to share God's love with orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my kids are a little older, I have a desire to do more. We have found an organization that we admire to travel with and a trip we feel God put in front of us. A mother-daughter trip to minister to orphans in Guatemala. A group of us have decided to travel as a team and have each reached out to those we are connected with to help us both through prayer, and finanical support if led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where it starts for Sandy, Amy, Vicki, Angie, Kathy and Rachel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to blog about the journey from here to our trip.  You may find posts from anyone of us because we are team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3878846978855651120-489627222406553908?l=motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/feeds/489627222406553908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/489627222406553908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3878846978855651120/posts/default/489627222406553908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherdaughtermissions.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Sandy,Amy,Kathy,Rachel,Vicki,Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050716516768480803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSCcrRZZtTY/SkudVhTpb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/V8EHRtdSyf4/S220/Mission+Trip+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
