Hospitality Around the World

by Mary Beth on July 11, 2018

To reflect on hospitality around the world,

what comes to mind is how the Word of God is celebrated among the Nations.

The Suba people reside on Mfangano Island, Africa.

Only six years ago, 2013, they received the New Testament in their own heart language!

We will always remember our sisters and brothers living on Mfangano Island,

as one of the first Seed Company translation projects.

It took longer than expected and cost more more than anticipated,

yet the results are nothing short of a God thing!

Our photo below with Nahptali Mattah, myself and my husband Scott,

as we celebrated our partnership in the Word of God for the Nations.

We met with Nahptali Mattah, former head of the Suba project to celebrate,

 “Gethsemane Gardens”, 

the orphanage he and his wife started for the, “least of the least.”

The orphanage cares for young children who have been abandoned,

abused or encountered AIDS, and left behind.

A historical victory for this Island,

that sings praise to God for His healing hand holistically through the Word of God,

to the Suba families and throughout their wide-ranging culture and village communities.

God’s Word has spread throughout the entire Island!


Next to the orphanage they built a museum,

to honor the history of God’s hand in transformation in and throughout the Suba people,

and further to other tribes on Mfangano Island.

Within the museum, their story is vividly expressed from the first pioneers,

the arrival of the Word of God through their people, and

how this transformation led to the transformation

 of their hand-crafted boats throughout each village.

The Suba people previously believed the boats carried evil spirits,

until the power of God’s Word and the Spirit of God

powerfully changed their hearts and tribal communities.


The Suba people had the boats not only repainted but reprinted,

BTL:  Bible Transition Literacy on each side of the boat.

Now they believe each hand-crafted boat carries the Spirit of God,

to additional tribes on the Island in need of hearing the Word of God in their own heart language!

How is it possible to show hospitality around the world?

What better way than through the Word of God that powerfully divides every area of our hearts, homes, and communities?

Consider supporting Bible translation projects,

as they aim to reach difficult remote areas around the world, like Mfangano Island.

“His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness,

through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence.” 2 Peter 1:3



May this young girl mature to be all that God created her to be in life,

through the Holy Spirit and the Word of God.

May she hide God’s Word in her heart.

Our God of all hope can do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine according to His power that is at work in us for His glory!


Life Under His Wings

by Mary Beth on June 5, 2018

I yearn for times of quiet reflection in nature.

It’s likely due to my early childhood memories in Pure Michigan;

of restful, lazy summer days at the lake and always adventure in the country.


Yet the more I learn and understand our Creator God, the more I see His perfect revelation

in every promise, purpose, and plan He has gracious given us in life.


My brothers and I have fond memories racing motor bikes;

 a stopwatch determined the winner of the race through the thick woods near our home.

While early morning hours faded into dusk,

I also enjoyed years of hunting excursions with my father,

especially for partridge or quail from our wooden canoe in the river.

Yet, our early morning ice fishing endeavors holds only a brief joy and worth of remembering!

I’m thankful for all sorts of enjoyment in nature,

for the ability to appreciate and rest in the quiet beauty of the outdoors.

Treasured stories laced our annual summer camping trips

in the wild Canadian country, and cherished memories in our quaint cottage on the lake.

Of course we also dreaded hot hours of simply pulling weeds,

or eating organic veggies from our gigantic home garden.

If only we had the ability to pull sinful weeds out of our family scruples,

to protect our families from unwanted weeds which spread over the entire garden.

 Is this not a noble desire to avoid,

choking out the harvest and many fruits of our labors?

In the garden of Eden,

God graciously provided abounding goodness, order, and rhythm.

Yet Eden introduced

weeds deeply tainting our stories throughout humanity.

We all hold unique memories from our childhood, and unusual memories of significant struggles within our upbringing.
Truly, there's a time for everything under the sun; a time to hold and a time to let go.

Each year on Father’s Day, many souls struggle

with a healthy tension between discerning how to honor our earthly fathers,

and at the same time we perhaps wrestle with a righteous indignation.

Possibly angst towards merely an image of strength from our fathers;

a bold void of godliness, integrity, or holiness.

Father’s Day holiday can be a reminder that we

don’t simply grieve on Father’s Day, but everyday.

We struggle and grieve with a mixed bag of memories, absence, and deep loss

weaved into the fabric of our being.

All true, however, we don’t grieve without hope.


In a book that was meant to be prayed, most likely penned by a prophet named Jeremiah,

Lamentations invites us to worship and lament.

“But this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they
are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lam. 3:21-23

By God’s grace I’ve learned not only to forgive my father for his endless weeds of narcissism,

but through Scripture, prayer and godly counsel,

I’ve learned to be gracious to him with the gospel and love of Christ.


Although I etched this poem in my journal moons ago,

I was hesitant and lingered with it far too long, I confess.

In trusted sincerity and sanctification, my aim and motive is not one of resentment or bitterness

but a vulnerable and humble offer to others in suffering.

May you hear and come to know as I, God’s heart is tender and faithful to the fatherless.


We cannot bear the weight of sin which so easily entangles our lives,

or the weight of suffering loss from a dearly loved father.

How grateful I am to our amazing, eternal Heavenly Father.

For God graciously invites, provides and sustains our relationship with Him.

God is with us in our scruples to see, hear and move on behalf of His children;

He specifically yearns and moves towards the fatherless.

This belief will change our struggle and how we grieve.

We don’t have to grieve without hope. 

We can turn and rest our hope in the ever-lasting arms of our Heavenly Father;

our faithful Creator of the heavens and the earth, and the stability of our times.


Under His Wings

It is your absence

In the past we forgive.

Enormous losses

Surfaced and grieved.


Each resurrected day strength

Questions how you live.

Choosing love to withhold,

Once mercy has unfolded?


A lack of capacity; of skill?

Pride blinds and binds the free will.

Any heart alive leaps to give.

Is it not by conscience we live?


Life that you craved was

The treasures of Life He gave.

You fought the Old Cross;

Serious dilemma when you’re the boss.


Ironic passion saving ships at sea,

Responding with skills to hazardous pleas.

However, our silent confusion will not escape,

Why our claims lay drowning like red tape.


Performance cannot cover shame,

Neither satisfy loves jealous hunger.

To save the world and lose your own soul?

Life has hunted you as game.


I’ve known two fathers “saving:”

One born from natural earth, self-willed of wood and clay;

Another a suffering Servant from Eternity; The Truth, Life and Way.

Eternal willing to suffer; natural unwilling to obey.


Our free will of independence

Will counteract, “Who do you say I am?”

We’ll stand alone by this evidence,

Witnesses have since Abraham.


Your image of strength

Only shouts with fears.

Admit your human,

It’s loud and clear.


Contempt, a small matter

Compared to our soul, a great loss.

Such disdain paid for

Through the powerful cross.


Yet silence continues to be your path.

It’s blunt to observe the aftermath.

Such vast wounds of absence, yet-

Hovering over is our Abba Almighty, who’s more immense.


He is our Hope, everlasting Father and Refuge.

Tenderly holds our entire deluge.

By His mercy chosen to experience,

Life under His wings; His defense. ~mba


“See what kind of love the Father has given to us,
that we should be called children of God; and so we are.”
1 John 3:1


If you find yourself struggling with a sense of belonging

from an absent earthly Father,

remember our great Heavenly Father is not like man.

He will never leave or forsake us. Heb. 13:5


Suffering Produces Hope

by Mary Beth on May 22, 2018

In review of

Ann Swindell’s book:

 Still Waiting

Hope for when God doesn’t give you what you want.

In my book review of “Still Waiting”,

Ann writes about her story to encourage hope during times of waiting,

specifically through the story in Scripture of a woman

struggling with bleeding.

After many years of suffering with silent questions due to her ongoing wrestle with bleeding and perhaps pleading for help,

we learn the woman pursues Jesus for a miracle and for hope.

At some point as we grow towards maturity in life and in our faith,

we also learn patience and waiting

in a lingering season of struggles and long-suffering.

We yearn for change towards healing and restoration.

 As we leave room for the grace of God to sanctify us,

long suffering not only challenges our adherence to persevere,

over time we learn His gentle mercies.

We learn to receive the Spirit’s comfort and guidance

n the process of  sanctification.

The grace of God will lead us through our individual suffering to

a deeper refinement of the heart.

In hopes to bear fruit in the direction of loving

God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength.

The love of God gently works through us for His good pleasure,

to persevere towards a clear conscience and to grow in godly character.

Even as we reside in a culture of instant and comitted comfort,

rugged individualism, and accepted narcissism.

As believers in Christ we live in the already and not yet;

through Christ we’re apart of the kingdom of God,

yet waiting for Christ to return for His own.

We give glory to God as His image bearers,

especially in a season of waiting, just as creation waits and even

the angels wait for the sons of God to be revealed.

Three points I’ve continued to ponder and relish from Ann’s creative writing:

 First, when waiting makes you broken, weak, and aims

to claim your identity,

this season holds potential to lead us to God and His character

of goodness, strength, and sufficiency.

For in our waywardness and weakness,

He is strong and ever present with us.

While we wait we’re tempted to believe there’s no action or activity,

but this is where the grace of God carries our faith and very life.

Yes, but how do we learn to wait well?

Who wants to linger longer in waiting?

Swindell tells her story of trusting God while she

wrestled through years of personal struggles,

with vulnerability, wisdom, and personal cost.

She stands upon Christ and His divine power for everything in life.

Second, our desire to be “normal” circles back to a search for identity.

We are each uniquely and wonderfully made,

for love, value, acceptance, and approval in Christ.

However our minds understand this fact,

our hearts easily yearn to falsely gain what is already made secure

as image bearers and children of God.

If God is with us in our everyday struggles in being human,

let us rest in His compassion and everlasting love.

Finally, the lingering whys surface during long suffering.

Why does God not answer our prayers as we hoped,

either to heal us or remove the painful circumstances?

Ann offers through her journey, clarifying questions to probe deeper into our hearts during unanswered prayers:

What road will we take, one of offense or obedience?

Will we allow ourselves the freedom from shame and the freedom

to accept pain?

Ann writes, “Yes, I got hurt and frustrated and angry about what He wouldn’t do for me.

And yet I always came back to this:

God is God, and he loves me and cares for me.

Why wouldn’t He heal me, I didn’t pretend to know. But where else would I go (John 6:68)?

He is the Word of Life.”

Enjoy Still Waiting

as Ann inspires us to consider the love of God,

to love one another in biblical community,

and to apply the wisdom and hope in Christ

during our secret battles and sufferings.