Please pray for Maria #clothdiapers

Today has been a rough day on a rough year.

A friend in the cloth diaper industry got the diagnosis today that her 12 y.o. daughter Maria has a terrible brain tumor in the middle of her brain. They sought medical attention after brief symptoms of motor skills trouble on the right hand side of her body and some cognitive difficulties. The first word they received today after her MRI was that it was inoperable and she didn't have long to live (I assume from the interference with brain function from rapid growth). They have since found a neurosurgeon that is willing to attempt to remove it and she is scheduled for surgery at 7:30 AM tomorrow morning.

Whatever time you receive this--since God isn't limited in time--please pray for Maria and her whole family. She is the eldest daughter and her youngest sister was born just after AppleBlossom.

Missionary in Tectitan

I wanted to share this from my husband's cousin:

Dear Friends and Family,

We need your prayers always, but especially now! Things in Tectitán are becoming heated with discussion of mining. There have been several community meetings in town, a petition has been signed against selling land to mining prospectors, rumors are being spread about our involvement in bringing minors into the area and providing them land to base on, a Peace Corp volunteer is suspected to be involved directly in the mining...

In our last prayer letter we enthusiastically wrote about the land that we were in the process of purchasing with the hope of building a community center for the Tektitek people in the future. But now people are spreading rumors that the reason we want to buy the land is provide a base for peole that will be coming to do miniing here in Tectitán.

Pray that God would help us talk to the right people to share what the land is really for so that the rumors can be stopped. Vidal thinks that if he becomes actively involved with opposing the mining that that will help to stop the rumors. He hopes to use a radio broadcast to explain more about the mining. Pray that God would guide us.

The children and I won´t be able to attend the Bible Study on Wednesday because it is in a romote location and with the aggressiveness against the mining and the rumors about us Vidal feels that it could put us in a dangerous situation.

Please pray for people who know and trust us to speak the truth when others come to them with rumors so that the truth will be told and the rumors will stop.

Pray that the enemy can not damage God´s work here in Tectitán with these rumors and the suspicion that they create.

Cathy for the 4 of us

Please pray for Kristy!

I'm asking you to lift up Kristy (Aussietigger), a fellow alliance member of all the FIRST groups, in prayer. Her husband drowned in a boating accident on Easter.

She gave the post link to give to you about the tragedy: http://southeastcountrywife.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-tragedy.html

Her regular blog address is http://southeastcountrywife.blogspot.com/

Please go leave her an encouraging comment and pray for her as well as all who also loved her husband, Steve.

Some lyrics that come to mind and help slightly to ease the thought of pain:

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joy grow dim; its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou who changest not, abide with me. I need Thy presence every passing hour, What but They grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, they victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. - Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847)