WAITING FOR GOD - PRICELESS

Now, why would I title this post, "Waiting for God - Priceless"?

Because that's what I've been doing for months and months.

In fact, for so long, I stopped thinking about my question and

stopped praying for it. 

Seriously??

Oh, yeah. I'm old and it's not that hard.

Quickly, I should have died twice in the last 7 years

from two of my medical adventures.

Well, it should be obvious that I didn't 

as I'm the author of this post.

I started wondering why God didn't take me.

And, then I knew without a doubt that

he had something for me to do.

He started planting seeds when Skyler and I were

planning our road trip/mini mission trip

to Joplin............we thought!

God had other plans which happens to me

all of the time!

Cut to the chase:

He sent us to Bokenkamp Emergency Children's Shelter

in Corpus Christi, Texas.

I asked for donations to help defer the cost

of having 79+ kids make their own journal

and was humbled by how many people jumped in

to help us.

The planning and specifics of that mission trip

can be found in the previous post.....

Since that time the volunteer director has asked

me WHEN we're coming back.

The kids loved us, loved making their own journals,

the clinicians love how the journals are

helping them work with the kids,

and Joanne is anxious for us to come back.

We will be going back as soon as I can gather up

enough of our "budget" to buy canvas, paints

and brushes for the kids to paint their

self portrait on an 8 x 10" canvas.

This is a perfect project and will, again, be a

huge help to the clinicians in working with these

amazing kids.

I'm so excited!!

On the drive home from Corpus 

(I live about 3 1/2 hours north)

after the first time,

I heard God.

Loud and clear,

I heard him tell me what he wants me to do.

Not only does he want me to continue my work

at Bokenkamp, he wants

me to volunteer at the woman's shelter for

rape and domestic violence victims

(and their children if they're involved)

in Kerrville, 10 minutes up the highway

from Center Point, where I live.

I visited the shelter office on my way home 

from Bokenkamp.

Why wait when God tells you to do something?

I have filled out the mound of paper work 

and go for my orientation next Friday.

After that I will start my volunteering

which will include teaching art classes

for the woman and any children there,

along with other programs.

I am extremely excited that God has chosen

me to be his vessel

in working with his hurting children.

(His "children" are all of us:)

Wow. Bokenkamp is my heart.

And, I know that 

Hill Country Cares will soon

be my heart, also.

There is never enough money to run a shelter

so these programs, these art projects, 

are funded by me.

Me and any of you who have a heart

for God's hurting children.

I would gladly accept your help and

I can send you a letter so that your help

can be tax deductible.

Or do you think I should put a PayPal 

button on my blog?

I don't know what to do -

I've never been God's vessel to this extent!

Anyway, that's the story Morning Glory.

No matter how hard your life is,

and mine's been health-hard these

last 7 years,

when you reach out and help others

through Jesus Christ,

your life takes on a new light.

And it doesn't have to be a "big deal".

God will take all of the blessings

we are able to dump (dump?) on his 

children.

Pay someone's toll.

Pay for the lunch, or a dessert,

of the person behind you in line

at McDonald's.

(My sister did that as my

birthday present this past week.

Best present I've had in a long time!)

Hold a door open for an approaching person.

Smile at the checker at Wal-Mart

(can you think of anyone else that needs

a smile more than a Wal-Mart checker??)

See? There's a lot you can do to be God's vessel.

Oh, another one.

Last night Frank and I were at a restaurant

and next to us was an older woman 

sitting by herself.

She was finishing up her dinner and

reading her Kindle.

So, I simply asked her if she liked her Kindle

which started a very nice conversation

for someone that may have been very lonely.

We don't know people's circumstances,

even the put together people we see,

so always take the time to be a blessing.

Sermon's over.

And, the people said?

"Finally!" LOL 

God bless you and God bless 

the people I will be working with,

new and old!

                           Jan

BLESS OTHERS AND YOU WILL BE BLESSED TEN-FOLD OR...................... WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU CROSS 3 DOLLAR STORES AND 79 NON-ENGLISH SPEAKING TEENAGERS?? .....PART 1

WOW. It's true - my blog title. It's true like 'paying it forward' is true. 

I live by those. Nothing blesses me more or makes me forget my problems than blessing someone else.

Like at the movies yesterday. I was approaching the door to go into the theatre and this 20 something girl has just walked out....long enough ago that the door has closed and she has taken the first couple of steps to leave.

She stops, turns around, walks back to the door and holds it open for me.

No special reason - I wasn't limping or anything.

I like to believe, and I do believe, that she did it to be nice.

(And, not the "nice to old people" kind of nice)

I'm going to tell you about the Mini-Mission trip that I've talked about on Facebook and here on my blog this summer. I'm going to skip everything and get right down to it as I took a lot of pictures and have some amazing, over the top, God IS alive, stories to tell you.

But, before I get to that I want to thank everyone again (hopefully I didn't miss anyone) that sent me supplies for kids in a shelter that Skyler and I were hunting. Those supplies and the generous checks and gift cards....WHAT A BLESSING! Thank you. (And, if anyone is wondering if maybe I bought myself some Chanel No. 5 with your money, I saved all of the receipts if you want to see them. My cousin, Melinda, said that was ridiculous, but I feel better telling y'all anyway. *I was going to copy them and put them at the end of this post and she wouldn't let me*)

The story of some uber-remarkable kids goes like this................

Once upon a time there was me and there was my "little girl", Skyler, and we wanted to visit a shelter taking all kinds of cool art supplies for kids and spend a day or two with them "playing art". I knew it was a long shot, having worked as a volunteer in a shelter. They were going to want a background check before they let anyone spend time with the kids and you can't blame them. Heck, I could be as crazy as Jan Thomason.

And, that's exactly what we ran into......that and Skyler getting a temporary job, blah, blah.

Skyler's temp. job was over last Wednesday and I told her to look in the Corpus Christi yellow pages and find some shelters. She sent me the ONE shelter that had a website. I researched it and knew that it was where we were supposed to go and that they were going to let us "play art" with their kids. I just knew it.

Joanna Villarreal, the Volunteer Coordinator, and I exchanged emails and to make a long story short, THEY WANTED US. Praise God!!

So, I started my trip down to Skyler's. I had gathered up all of the supplies sent to me and cashed all of the checks. I stopped at three dollar stores to spend the money on further supplies as I made my way to Skyler's. I visited three dollar stores and can honestly say that I visited more dollar stores in that one day than in my entire life. 

I'll not be going back. Really, Wal-Mart is bad enough.

In one store I bought a Composition Notebook for every kid because we were going to turn them into journals. I bought 90 notebooks. Ninety. In one store. The checker didn't even look at me which I found rather odd.

The shelter that we spent Saturday at was like none I've ever volunteered in or been in.

It's called Bokenkamp and is in Corpus Christi, Texas. 

It is amazing and I am at a lack of words as how to describe it so I'm going to let it speak for itself:

(This part may seem long to you, but I encourage you to read it all - I think you will be a different person for reading it.)

BEFORE YOU CONTINUE, LET ME TELL YOU THAT BECAUSE BLOGGER ISN'T COOPERATING THAT I HAVE FINISHED THIS TWO DAY POST ON FLICKR.

PART TWO:)

VISIT MY FLICKR PHOTOSTREAM AT www.flickr.com/photos/polkadotbarn TO SEE THE PHOTOS AND READ THE STORIES ABOUT THE PICTURES AND ON ONE PHOTO YOU WILL LEARN OF THE HORROR THESE KIDS HAVE SEEN. THEY ALL HAVE THEIR OWN STORY TO TELL, BUT THIS STORY WILL GIVE YOU A GLIMPSE INTO THE LIFE OF ONE AMAZING YOUNG MAN. 

BE BLESSED AND I APOLOGIZE FOR BLOGGER NOT COOPERATING.

BELIEVE ME, IT WILL BE GROUNDED.

God bless you all,

Jan.............continue reading before you go to my flickr account. the following story is uplifting!!

Bokenkamp Children's Shelter is an emergency shelter for unaccompanied refugee children from Central and South America, ranging in age from infants to teens. (We had 10 - 17 year olds when we visited) These children have all experienced some form of traumatic separation from their families. Bokenkamp provides short-term care that will leave a long-term impact in these children's lives by offering shelter, education and spiritual care.

The children who come to live in our residential centers in Texas – New Life, Krause, and the Nelson Center – often bring with them pasts and stories of unbearable hardship and emotional pain. Miracles do happen, and sometimes seemingly insurmountable odds are overcome, and we witness a child’s life turn around from the brink of despair in front of our eyes.

Read this and you'll get a feel of the 80 kids that we worked with on Saturday:

Manuel – Safe at Last, A Bokenkamp Story

By: Scott Carroll

7/19/2011

Manuel was only 12 years old when his parents were killed. He was left alone in the small mountain village in Guatemala, in a very unstable environment. For two years, Manuel lived in fear and poverty often begging for food from villagers. When he was 14, he decided that his only chance for survival would be to travel to America to find his aunt and uncle who lived and worked “somewhere in Texas.”

Manuel traveled for two months with strangers under treacherous conditions. He mentions hearing the screams of children as they were abused, and some killed, by the men guiding them all across the border. He was spared and is still not sure why.

When Manuel finally made it into Texas – after traveling more than 1,200 miles, alone and mostly on foot – he was apprehended by authorities and taken to Bokenkamp Children’s Shelter in Corpus Christi. He arrived at Bokenkamp hungry, tired and scared, identified only by a number written on a piece of duct tape placed across his chest. Staff at the center immediately gave Manuel food, water, a shower and a chance to tell his story.

For the next month, Manuel stayed at Bokenkamp while staff worked to locate his aunt and uncle. While at Bokenkamp, Manuel experienced many firsts. He ate three hot meals a day. He attended formal school. He was given a Bible. He received therapy to help him deal with the trauma of his losing his parents. He was safe. Manuel was united with his aunt and uncle and cousin in Houston, Texas, on June 20^th. He left Bokenkamp a healthier, happier teenager, with hopes and dreams of a promising future.

......................NOW FOR PART TWO:)