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Amsterdam and more….

When we arrive in Amsterdam... we plan to take a boat cruise!
When we arrive in Amsterdam… we plan to take a boat cruise!
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Partner with Me on my Trip to Africa!

Challenge Farm

Dear Friends and Family,

July is finally here and  I’m excited to be heading to Challenge Farm in Kitale, Kenya Africa!

Challenge Farm is part of Globe Hope, the humanitarian arm of Globe International, Inc. where I work.

When I got saved at the age of 12, I felt God calling me to Africa. I could see myself in a vision giving a cup of water to little children. Challenge Farm was founded in 1992 and is home to 188 street children. Many lives have been changed over the years at Challenge Farm and I am so excited to be able to go there! For more information please visit their website at Challenge

Below is a story that happened just last year. Above is a picture of some of these precious children. “On April 9, 2014 in Kitale, Kenya 87 street kids were awakened from their sleep and placed in jail. Challenge Farm by faith took in 30 new children.”As the children were brought to Challenge Farm one of the boys asked, “Is there food at Challenge Farm?” – “Yes, 3 meals a day” – “and football every day!” – “and showers! ” Jesse and Elissa Pontius

The cost of the 21-day trip is about $3,000. This price includes airfare, meals, lodging, and ground transportation and some supplies for the Challenge Farm. Please pray for our team & me as we prepare to go on this mission trip. Apart from financial support, there are several ways you could help:

At the present time I have approximately ¼ of my funds raised. I would like to ask that you would consider supporting me financially. (I recommend a gift of $50, $100 or $150, but you can always give more!), but more important please pray for me and our team. A few facts about where I am going:

Challenge Farm Boys

  • In Sub-Saharan Africa (the part of the continent south of the Sahara Desert), more than 300 million people – nearly half the population – live on less than $1 a day.
  • Every day 6,600 people die from AIDS.
  • More than 12 million African children have already lost one or both parents to AIDS, with the number of AIDS orphans expected to increase to more than 18 million by 2010.
  • In Kenya, the median age is only 18, and about half the population is 15 or younger

The 30 children that were taken in from being “netted” on the street were all 12 and younger. The minimum cost to feed, clothe, provide medical, dental, shelter and education is approximately $200+ per month. Imagine your monthly household expenses increasing $6,000 per month in one day!

You may send a check or call in a donation to:

Globe International, Inc./Globe Hope
For Memo Line: Marlene Hoenig/Globe Hope Kenya
P. O. Box 3040
Pensacola, Florida 32516-3040

Or you may donate online by going to:

For His Glory,

Marlene Hoenig

“And whoever in the name of a disciple gives to one of these little ones even a cup of cold water to drink, truly I say to you, he shall not lose his reward.” Matthew 10:42 NAS

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P.S. To get the feel for where I will be going, and to see the importance of reaching out and making disciples…to help change this country visit the link below.
Challenge Farm Short Video

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For More Information on how to become a Globe Hope STAR or Globe Hope sponsor please email me at

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“Cinderella Released, Take My Hand!”

King kissing hand

This morning during prayer I began to be anxious, and feeling like I wasn’t doing “enough” to get things moving the direction the Lord would have me to go.  He told me to, “stay seated.” When the time was right He said, “I will come and take you by the hand.” He then reminded me of a portion of the book Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge called Take My Hand, There is a scene near the end of the film Anna and the King I wish I could now play for you.  Let me describe it.

The setting is nineteen-century Siam, a tiny but beautiful Asian country still in the grips of its ancient past.  Anna, an English woman living in Siam as a tutor to the king’s many offspring, has helped King Mangkut prepare for a state dinner.  He wants to show the British that his country is ready to enter into the affairs of the world, so the dinner is given in the English style — silverware, tablecloths, candlelight, and, at the end of the meal, ballroom dancing.

When the east is over and it comes time for the first dance, the king stands and extends his hand to Anna.  He invites her to dance with him.  He fixes his gaze upon her and is distracted by nothing and no one else.  He waits for her response.  She is clearly surprised, taken aback, but has the grace to respond and stand.  As they walk past the long table, the king’s eyes never stray from hers, a smile playing on his lips.  Others are upset that he has chosen her.  Some watch with contempt, others with pleasure.  It is of no consequence to the king or to Anna.

Anna came to the ball prepared.  She was beautiful in a striking gown that shimmered like starlight.  She spent hours getting herself ready — her hair, her dress, her heart.  As they reach the dance floor, Anna expresses her fear of dancing with the King before the yes of others.  

“We wouldn’t want to end up in a heap,” she says.  

His answer to her questioning heart? “I am King. I will lead.”

Jesus is extending his hand to you.  He is inviting you to dance with him.  

He asks, “May I have this dance… every day of your life?”

His gaze is fixed on you.  He is captivated by your beauty.  He is smiling.  He cares nothing of the opinion of others.  He is standing.  He will lead.  He waits for your response.

My lover spoke and said to me,

“Arise, my darling,

my beautiful one, and come with me.” (Song2:10)


In the service of the King,
Marlene Baggs-Hoenig
Trauma, Stress and Joy Recovery Specialist

The Devil in Your Dreams

  • Excerpt from Cinderella Released…from ashes to beauty

hostageI dreamed I was taken hostage by a gang along with my two young sons ages 8 and 10.  This was only a week after my youngest had told me coming home from church that he could “feel” the anointing of God on him when we would sing the song He Came From Heaven to Earth to show us the way.  Yes, Yeshua Messiah (the man known as Jesus Christ) is the only way to true freedom and deliverance from the bondage in this world.  He came to earth, suffered a violent death, was buried and on the third day was raised from the dead.  He did this so we could know there is life after death and there is a way to eternal hope and glory, but there is only one way! John 1:1 says, “In the beginning was the Word, He was with God and He is God.”

The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.

The dream I am about to describe is graphic.  It is scary, and at the time when I had it, I was paralyzed with fear when I woke up.  I was afraid Satan and the ways of the world would confiscate my children and they would grow up without Christ in their lives.  They would have dreams and Satan would rob them of their destinies. they would be crushed without hope for the future.  I’ve had plenty of broken dreams, but I’ve prayed my children will have greater faith than I have had and will crush Satan under their feet. I’ve learned that My God was in the beginning and He will be around for eternity, and HIS plans will always prevail.  You must have faith and not lose hope.   I’ve had plenty of dreams crushed in my life, most were because of my own lack of ability to trust the Lord, and some were just life in general.  We live in a fallen world and the Lord tells us there will be trials and tests… Satan hates God’s children….  When you read the dream, don’t get focused on the pain, it’s not so much this dream but rather what has transpired  many years later, especially in my youngest son’s life since this dream that I want to leave with you.  There is hope for you, there is hope for your children and most important there is a God  who is alive and who in the end will have His way with Satan….and with all the cruelty, sin and despair that he has caused and those whose lives he has made so difficult and unbearable at times.

Sunday Morning June 11, 1995

colt Mav Ernie

I awoke from a dream that I had been taken captive by a young long haired boy and his gang.

They had also taken Colt and Maverick my two youngest sons.

Everyday I was beaten and made to do whatever the leader commanded.  After what seemed like months of endless torture my head was swollen beyond recognition as well as my right hand being a swollen nub.  It had been beaten off in the terrific beatings.  There was never any blood shed.  All my injuries were internal and consisted of the terrible bruising.  Several gang members were trying to help us and they were killed instantly when they were found out.  This torture was pure pleasure to my abuser, yet I had no hate towards him or fear, just the hope within my spirit that one day I would be freed with my children to love, care and provide for them.  One day one young man was going to be leaving for supplies and told me, he had set up a television interview and would be exposing the cult and I would be rescued.  My son Maverick overheard the conversation.  Maverick had begun to look up to this man as a father and taken on his character and gluttony for abuse.  He began to sit next to him and would watch all the beatings.  My only source of strength and love in this place was the affection of my children and the peace of the Lord.

One day I asked Maverick for a kiss and he refused saying I was too ugly and he was no longer allowed to show me affection.  The rejection and fear of him becoming one of them overwhelmed me and I ran from the room.  Maverick then began to tell the leader that I was talking to one of the members about a special meeting.  The beating I received as a result to try and get me to talk was merciless.  It didn’t compare to the pain in my heart of what my youngest was becoming.

My throat began to swell shut as I began to lose hope, my faith and consciousness.  A prayer warrior friend of mine walked by, Ronnie Dodson (I couldn’t tell if he was there or in the spirit).  He looked at me and gave me the signal to hang tough.  My spirit leaped as my faith and hope leaped back into my body. My only thoughts about being rescued were a sense that it was so close, asking the Lord, “What do I do now?”  Surely everyone would be repulsed by my appearance – my own children were!  Was the damage beyond repair?  Only God knows?

Two days later (after the dream) my divorce papers were signed with my son’s father.  I felt the lump in my throat and it began to swell.  Would he turn my children from their mother?  Would they be lost to a world of sin, shame, and brutal cruelty.  Or, would they come to know the Savior’s love as I have..I prayed for their father, a man I loved, but who had been deceived.  I prayed for his salvation and deliverance and for unconditional love…for his sons to love him unconditionally…but to realize the traps of Satan.

Who has believed our message? To whom will the LORD reveal his saving power?  My servant grew up in the LORD’s presence like a tender green shoot, sprouting from a root in dry and sterile ground.  There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him.  He was despised and rejected — a man of sorrows, acquainted with bitterest grief.  We turned our backs on him and looked the other way when he went by.  He was despised, and we did not care.  Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down.  And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God for his own sins!  But he was wounded and crushed for our sins.  He was beaten that we might have peace.  He was whipped, and we were healed!  All of us have strayed away like sheep.  We have left God’s paths to follow our own.  Yet the LORD laid on him the guilt and sins of us all.  Isaiah 53:1-6 (NLT)

Jesus cross

Jesus  took our beating, our sins and bore them on a cross, just as it was prophesied that He would.

All this came to pass as his mother, Mary  and his closest friends were was watching.

Mary and others at cross

Then after His death and burial a miraculous thing happened.

Early on Sunday morning, as the new day was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went out to see the tomb.  Suddenly there was a great earthquake, because an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and rolled aside the stone and sat on it.  His face shone like lightning, and his clothing was as white as snow.  The guards shook with fear when they saw him, and they fell into a dead faint.  Then the angel spoke to the women.  “Don’t be afraid!” he said.  “I know you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified.  He isn’t here!  He has been raised from the dead, just as he said would happen  Come, see where his body was lying.  And now, go quickly and tell his disciples he has been raised from the dead, and he is going ahead of you to Galilee.  You will see him there.  Remember, I have told you.” Matthew 28: 1-7

Jesus is alive

Just as the Spirit of the Lord lifted me up that Sunday morning by sending a friend to encourage me in my time of grief and sorrow, God’s Holy Spirit will comfort you in your time of need.

Today, so many years later, I see how the Lord has miraculously sustained me and my children.  The picture below is of Maverick my youngest son.  He is in training now as a Missionary with Globe International and this picture was taken while he was in Asia last year.  Interestingly enough he has Isaiah 53 tattooed on his arm!

If you would like to know more about Maverick and the mission the Lord has called him to… go to maverickhoenig.wordpress dot comMaverick Asia

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Twins! The Struggle Between the Flesh and Spirit


“The Lord said to her,

Two nations are in your womb, and two peoples from within you will be separated; one people will be stronger than the other, and the older will serve the younger.”

John Morgon, Pastor of Family Christian Center in Chicago spoke today at Faith Life Church about twins.  An eye opening message which was about the struggle between the flesh (soul) and the spirit.

The culture of grace and faith is what was given to Jacob after he tricked his father in order to obtain the birthright and blessing which God had already promised him long before he was ever born.  Isn’t that the way we are sometimes?  We try to work for or manipulate God to give us what He has already promised…long before we ever even ask about it.

John made the amazing point when God had spoken to Rebekah after she became pregnant after being barren for twenty years.  She wanted to know what was going on inside of her, why the war… God told her two cultures were there, two nations, something that was so much bigger than she could hope for or imagine.  Rebekah was worried about being barren, but God had already set in motion the seed long before Rebekah was ever in the picture.  It is sad for me to think about this story.

John pointed out how Isaac loved Esau because he was a hunter and he loved his food, while the Scripture simply says, Rebekah loved Jacob.  No reason except she simply loved him. God gave His only son, simply because He loved us…not for any reason or thing we have done.  We must simply sit in His presence in order to receive His love.

Esau worked to gain his father’s love, while Jacob simply sat in his mother’s presence and received it.  God had already promised to give

24 When the time came for her to give birth, there were twin boys in her womb. 25 The first to come out was red, and his whole body was like a hairy garment; so they named him Esau.[d]26 After this, his brother came out, with his hand grasping Esau’s heel; so he was named Jacob.[e] Isaac was sixty years old when Rebekah gave birth to them.

The war continued and Jacob fled fearing his life.  He never saw his mother again, nor his father.  Thankfully, he did make amends with his brother.

The culture of grace, John says, “Grace is done…we don’t have to do.”  John Morgan helps build churches and is a pastor, teacher, evangelist and mentor. Visit his website at

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One Shoe in Czechoslavkia


The Nazi soldiers who had invaded her country were destroying the beautiful city she had grown up in. She and Jakob’s beautiful life had been ruined forcing them out of Prague. Christians and Jews everywhere were being persecuted and it didn’t take much to get arrested. She shivered when she looked down at the package on the table. Quietly she walked over and put another log on the fire and placed the water kettle on a hook to make a hot cup of tea. She would have to sit down to open the brown paper wrapped box that her neighbor Katerina had dropped it off a few minutes after Jakob left for work.

She glared at the box. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and exactly like always, it stirred the same bittersweet feeling that all the other packages they had received from her aunt and uncle in the United States.

She despised how ungrateful she felt. She normally would have invited Katerina in for tea but, this morning she wanted to be alone. She felt overwhelmed and too tired to make small talk. Her skin crawled with dread. It felt like small bugs were crawling just beneath her skin. She was losing her mind. This year had been the worst year even though she was a little thankful Jakob was still able to teach. At times she wished he would just stay home with her and they would just spend time together waiting out the inevitable of starvation. She surely had lost all hope. She glanced back at the return address on the brown package and she could feel the acid slowly rise in her throat.

Why had she become so bitter, so resentful and so unappreciative? A pain hit her in her right side…she thought to herself, “Now what?”

Each package she received from her family in the United States grew more difficult to open. Suddenly a huge lump settled in her throat in place of the acid. It grew larger and larger with each whistle blast and then a sudden burst of steam escaped from the tea kettle. Forget the tea, it was too much trouble to make it. She took the pot off the stove. At times like this she couldn’t even cry right, she would just sit and tears would just ooze from her tear ducts. At other times she would try to find the ability to cry out to God and she would be as dry as sawdust on a hot summer day. Slowly she began to pick at the tape that was tightly wrapped around the package. Each tiny piece of tape she picked and pulled away very carefully.
Her fingers were so dry and cracked from the cold that they bled at the least bit of pressure. She winced at the pain but quietly pulled off each piece of tape and quietly set it to the side for safekeeping. “Why am I even opening this box?” she questioned.

Jakob had cautioned her, “Tereza, everything is valuable and reusable. It mustn’t be wasted. We can’t afford even little things like tape and wrapping paper these days so you must learn to be resourceful. I know you aren’t purposefully wasteful, it’s just the times my dear, it’s just the times.” “Yes my dear”, she would reply. She knew Jackob was not lecturing her, but preparing himself to be able to go and stand before his students with confidence and wisdom. They had both discussed this so many times. Jakob would say, “Tereza, “We must encourage each other to stand strong, faithful and true during these times of war and hardship. There are many who are being persecuted and killed. We are safe and secure and must continue to pray for those who are suffering for their faith. God will provide always.” Tereza held firm to these words even though the news was growing worse each day. She and Jackob both knew it wasn’t Tereza who was… she stopped mid thought. The word martyred came to mind. “It was just the times they were living in,” she said. The lump increased. She paused and thought about the little town of Kostelec. It was known for its beautiful forests, and she was living in one. But today, it only seemed very dark, very depressing. It was near the golden city of Prague which was now filled with Nazi soldiers. The war was ravaging their beautiful city and the Allies weren’t helping by dropping bombs to try and stop them. She had heard the damage was unbelievable. How could this be happening?

She began to daydream and she remembered when she was a child how her father would take her into the city of Prague to look at the big astronomical clock. The clock was an amazing sight to behold and the stories behind it were even more amazing. There were figures surrounding the clock representing three of the seven cardinal sins and their ultimate destiny. On the left side of the clock, Superbia (Vanity) admires her reflection looking into a handheld mirror, and Avaritia (Greed) holds tight to a bag of money. On the right side, Death stands ready to strike while Acedia (Sloth) spends his life in idle worship of music and dance. Just then the thought of her father’s voice rang softly in her head, “Schatci, little jewel, you can walk free from the trials and tribulations of this world. You are God’s precious one and you carry Him in your heart. He

will never leave or forsake you.” Her father would take her hand and stroll across the Charles Bridge, looking at the hundreds of golden spires. The sun would be setting behind the castle and you could hear the sound of boats on the River Vitvava in the background. Her father said the Celtics had claimed Prague to be the “Mother of all Cities.”

She missed her father, the lump grew bigger and the tears began to fall on her cheek. He would know what to say to her. As she picked at another piece of tape she began to wail in despair. She thought about the story of Cinderella and imagined what she must have felt like sitting by the fire, wondering if her life would always be filled with such harshness and trouble. She cried harder and it felt like every ounce of fluid was flowing from her body. Sitting at the table she just looked at the package through the veil of tears that once again had started flowing and thought about the war ravaging the city. Neighbors and families alike were fighting over how to keep food in their bellies and shoes on their feet. She put the tea kettle back on the stove.

Until now, wars had always been somewhere else. Now this ugly war had crept up like the tide and was at her back door and beautiful Prague. She had learned much during this time. Everything was valuable, especially freedom. She examined the package with wonder, thinking about each small piece of tape, the brown wrapping paper, and even the string that had been cut and retied after the Nazi inspectors had thoroughly “searched” it. “That was strange,” she thought. “Usually they just discard the string.” This time it looked as if they had started to open the package and then stopped before ever disturbing the tape. She put paper, string and tape carefully away before she began to open the box. Suddenly like a knife, a pain struck her heart and the words flashed before her, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.” She cried out loud, “That’s why the lump keeps getting bigger to swallow.” She remembered a scripture verse she had read last week, “In all things give thanks and praise unto God, for I am with you and will never forsake you.” She held firm to the thought. Yes, these words are true, God will never leave me or forsake me.” She remembered her father telling her things like this as a little girl. One time he said to her, “When others hurt us, instead of shrinking into a little ball and rolling away from them, we must ask God to give us a bigger heart so we can love them more.” She never understood what my daddy was saying until now.

She peeked in on the baby who was still so softly sleeping and this gave her the strength to began to pray and bless the Germans, in spite of what they were doing. This was difficult but she did it. They had robbed her and her family of so much. They were all in bondage to this evil regime and she didn’t like it one bit. Her father had taught her when she wanted to do something to write so she got out her pen and paper and began to write a speech for the underground newspaper. She would not allow this fear and hopelessness rob her of the mission she felt called to. It was important for others to know what was happening outside the walls of the city and inside the walls of the concentration camps.

There were rumors of the Nazis taking blonde haired blue eyed children back to Germany to be part of their brainwashing system. Her neighbor had lost their little girl to this slavery. She pushed the fear back, thinking about her little boy being blonde haired, blue eyed. What if? She couldn’t go there. She and her husband had even thought about smuggling him to the U.S.

Her thoughts suddenly interrupted again by the sharp whistle of the tea kettle. She had forgotten she had put it back on the stove. She poured the boiling water over the already twice used tea bag. Her Uncle Winslow and Aunt Thelma from the United States had been so faithful to send packages once they had heard of the invasion and the destruction on their homeland. They had indicated that they would make a way for little Jakob if they needed to but Tereza would never let him go away from her.

Things were difficult even in the United States and it was a miracle they received anything at all. Every package was a mixture of blessing and cursing. The blessing was the supplies, the curse, why couldn’t they be a country where she and her family didn’t have to hear bombs and air raids. Still, she was thankful for what she got because every package except one had been ravaged and all of the best items stolen. She had written her uncle and asked for shoes for her husband. She looked down at her hands on the box and thought of her husband and his feet. She would wash his socks out and place them by the fire each night to dry. The soles of his boots were so worn, the cardboard and paper she would place on the bottom would be falling out usually before he even got out of the door. She felt ashamed of worrying how old she was feeling, when she thought about what he was going through. She was warm inside her cabin, and he was tramping through the frozen ground for hours each day. Not once had he ever complained. He’d say, my precious jewel don’t worry, I am fine. You fret too much!”

She knew different though, his feet couldn’t take much more.
He needed shoes. His circulation was growing worse each day. The snow and ice would melt underneath the warmth of his feet and his feet would be blue from the freezing temperatures and blistered from the day’s long walk to work. She would remove his shoes and socks and pray over his feet as she washed them and put on clean socks. She would look at her hands next to his feet and although her hands were worn, his feet were a mess. The lump increased in her throat, and she began to think about the children of Israel and how the Bible said their shoes never wore out, in over forty years. Again, she tried to swallow it but it exploded in her throat like a bomb and she thought she would choke.

She tried to take a sip of her tea, but the sight and the thought made her want to throw up. “I’m getting sick,” she thought. “I am sick,” a voice said behind her. She whipped around but no one was there. “I’m sick of hoping against hope,” she yelled at the empty room. “There are no shoes coming,” the invisible voice answered. “Just give up, just give up, God is not anything but your silly imagination. You and your family are ended today,” it whispered.

The presence in the room was dark, it was bitter and the smell was making her sick. It seemed as if the entire room was closing in and spinning. She ran over thinking she would

vomit and opened the front door to run outside. She expected to feel the freezing cold air, harsh and bitter, hit her in the face like a slap against her cheek but, instead, of it being cold and icy, it felt warm and soft.

Then it started right on the top of her head; it felt like warm oil and smelt like the drink her mother would bring to her when she was sick as a little girl. The mixture of a shot of cognac mixed with honey and peppermint. She would take a couple of swallows and then a few minutes later, her body would experience this same exact feeling. She would drift off to sleep and not awaken until the next morning…always feeling much better. In a few minutes she just drifted off to sleep. But now, she didn’t feel sleepy, she just felt warm, safe and loved. She also felt totally free like a bird. She had to admit to herself, she did feel a little drunk. She could feel God’s Spirit rising up within her, supercharging her body. It was a miraculous feeling. She felt like she was light as a feather.

Just then, something told her to look over at the fence post and there he was.
A turtle dove, alone and by himself without his mate. “That is so odd,” she thought. They are usually never alone and never out and about this time of year. She thought, “I usually see two to three pairs in the spring.” A comforting voice spoke quietly to her and said, “Spring has sprung, new hope and life await you. Go open your present.” Suddenly she felt like Cinderella again except this time she was totally free, released from all the doubt and fear!

She turned and walked back inside the house. Her heart that had stopped mid-beat, was now suddenly beating fast with expectancy. She didn’t really understand what was happening, but the pain was gone and so was the lump. She placed her hand over her heart because she thought it was about to pop out of her chest. She slammed the door behind her and ran to the partially opened box. His voice spoke softly, sweetly, “I am here, and I told you I would never leave or forsake you. You are my precious one and I am yours. I will make a way where there seems to be no way.”

Instead of opening the box, she left it and walked into the bedroom. She laughed at herself as she asked, “How could she have been so faithless?” She took out another brown box she had hidden in the closet. It had arrived from Uncle Winslow several months ago, long before winter. Inside of it was one left shoe. At the time it came, she thought, “Those Nazis are cruel men, to take one shoe and leave the other.” A gentle voice spoke to her, “I am the way, the truth and the life, no man can come to the father except by me.” She remembered that this was the same verse she had been reading in her Bible the day the first single shoe arrived.

She carried the box tenderly from the bedroom and placed it next to the box she had received that morning. The boxes were identical. She suddenly felt ashamed and a new lump arising. The Lord spoke gently, “Don’t worry, it is ok my darling I understand and know where you are.” She began to cry softly, sweetly this time. The tears were joyful and full of refreshing this time. An end was in sight, it was a knowing a comfortable feeling way down in her soul. She knew that Christ understood about pain, suffering and hope deferred. His feet were bruised, battered and shoeless when He walked to the cross.

But yet, she was starting to understand the phrase that sometimes it is darkest before the dawn and pain and travail comes just before the crowning of a brand new life. We push we pull we fight to grasp each breath, to hold on to our lives. We are such selfish creatures she thought. A mother gives no thought to herself when she is birthing a child. She will expel, push and release, give it her very last breath in order to release her child into the future. How many women have died over the years giving birth? A rising of her spirit was filling her body. She could feel the desire to push, to travail, to give life. This must have been how Christ felt at the end, just before his last breath. He knew the emptying of himself would give birth to an everlasting body of believers. He knew that he would rise and it would be a brand new day for Him and for the world. How could anyone love so much?

She thought of John the Baptist word’s when he said, “No man was worthy of even unlatching Jesus’ shoes.” She said, “Lord I know you are here, right here, right now with me, comforting me in my sorrow and suffering.” John had gone to prison declaring what he knew to be true. He was persecuted and martyred. She felt courage and strength arising within her. She could be strong and she would go on and most important she and Jakob would be faithful to God and continue to fight against the evil that had overtaken their city.

Again the Lord spoke, “I am the first and the last.” She felt like such a little girl again. She felt like she did when she walked across the Charles Bridge with her father. “Today is the day,” she thought with faith. She opened the box and inside was one shoe for the right foot. They were a perfect pair! She thought about the story of Cinderella and how the prince had searched the world over looking for the woman whose foot fit in the single glass slipper he possessed. How excited they both must have been that day when one shoe changed their lives!

The lump in her throat was gone. She had been released from the pressure of trying to maintain control. Suddenly, she realized she was laughing through her tears. She was singing at the top of her voice. She bounced her precious baby boy on her knee and put him in his play pen and went over to her secret place where she had stowed away the ingredients for a special dinner celebration. She couldn’t believe how much she had to be thankful for and how silly she felt over all her tears, doubts and fears from earlier. God had restored her joy by using one shoe! Fear, doubt and unbelief were totally gone!
Tereza pulled out her finest dishes and began to dress the table. She had overcome the enemies that had marched at her door earlier. She set the pair of shoes on the table at her husband’s place.
She began to thank the Lord, pray and recite the 23rd Psalm.

The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul (with joy and laughter)
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk (with no shoes)
through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD

Just then little Jakob cried out, “Ma Ma feet me!” Tereza laughed back at him as she put little Jakob to her breast saying, “I’ll feet you!” She remembered reading earlier;

“How precious are the feet of those that bring good news.”

She could hardly wait for the day to pass, for Jakob to return home and share with him the wonderful story of how God had supplied the perfect shoes for him as she felt the warm milk flowing from her into her little son.


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Wednesday, September, 19th, 6:30 p.m. – 8:00 p.m.
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You were created to live a joyful life. We will begin a six week Bible based recovery program.  I will be helping you learn to retrain your brain, through prayer, joy recovery exercises, storytelling, writing exercises, art & music therapy, scripture verses and lots of laughing!. We will be covering areas dealing with finding your purpose, recovering your identity in Christ, physical, emotional and spiritual healing including compassion fatigue.  This class is great for individuals in ministry, caretaking jobs, and their spouses.  A donation of $15.00 per person is requested per class. (Four weeks requested prior to starting class and balance due on Week 5).  Limited scholarships available.  Class fills up quickly…So please reserve your spot no later than August 24th in order to prepare materials.

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