THe Small Joys of HOmeschooling


In the middle of raising support we are also a homeschool family. Many days this just feels like their is constant chaos in our small little homes. But, when you see your child excelling in an area it brings joy to a momma’s  heart. Autry has recently decided that he want to be a writer and has begun writing a story. I wanted to share the beginning of Autry’s newest story:

Kay and his friends were pacing in the castle. When they heard a shout. They ran into the village. The village was empty. “Um,” said Kay, “Where is everybody?”

“I don’t know” said one of his friends.

“Maybe they are on the vacation.” said his other friend. 

They looked around the village but it was empty, “We better go get some weapons from the armory,” said Kay, “So we can go looking for everyone in the wild woods.”

So they went down the 550 steps to the armory. When they got to the bottom finally they got right to work. They started to gather weapons. When they were loaded with weapons like swords and daggers, numchucks, bows and arrows, and battle axes…

 Thats all for now but I can’t wait to find out the rest of the story.


When I woke up in the morning…

I woke up yesterday morning and checked my phone right away. The night before was the night we were suppose to meet our 65% goal of raised support. I was positive that when I checked my email I would have a handful of emails of people telling me of their decision to support us. I was positive God was going to provide and we were going to hit our goal of 65%. But there was nothing…

I couldn’t believe it, I was so sure that we were going to make it. At the beginning of last week we were at 51% but no hurdle is to big for God, right? We knew of $90 more of support so that but us at 54.6%, but that was a far cry from the 65% that we hoped to be at. As I got up I kept telling myself it was okay, our job is to have faith that God is absolutely able to provide, and if he says “no” our job is than to accept that. But I will be honest that I was bummed.

The whole day I kept to talk myself through what it means to have faith even when our expectations are not met. Which is a faith building exercise right there. By evening I can honestly say I was completely at peace with where we were at support wise. I was confident in the Lord’s provision towards the Dominican no matter where we were that specific day. That night we went over to our friend’s house for dinner when we received a text that more money had come in that we didn’t know about. What?!?!??!? We were actually at 62.6% I couldn’t believe it. In a matter of 3 days we had increased in support by almost $250 of monthly support.

As we drove home I reflected on how overwhelmed I am by the Lord’s provision. We didn’t make it quite to the 65% but pretty darn close, and way closer than we had been that morning. I am rejoicing like we made it to 65%. I am rejoicing that the Lord continues to provide for us to get to the Dominican. I am humbled that the Lord is leading us toward the Dominican and providing in amazing ways. He even provides within our timelines which blows my mind entirely.  I ask the question all the time, “Why me Lord? Why are you so good to me? I don’t deserve this blessing of being able to go on the mission field”

The answer is always the same, “You are right, you don’t deserve it. But, I love you, I chose you, and I am working in you. I am going to continue to work through you and bring you to the Dominican Republic. Not because of you, but because of me in you.”

Wow, I am so thankful for the Lord’s provision. I am thankful that he provides in his timing. I am thankful that he saved me and he is working in me until the day of Christ Jesus.

Poor Family Update

We hope you are all well and you are enjoying the riches of His glorious grace. We are hoping to leave for the Dominican Republic in under 4 months and are at 52% support. We know we say this every time but the Lord is continuing to grow us in our faith and dependency on him. Raising support is an a emotional and humbling experience and we are thankful that we get to go through the process.
Some exciting news is that Randy has been able to quit his job at the post office!  His work at the post office was 6 days a week 9-11 hours a day and really didn’t allow us to do much of anything else. In the next couple months Randy is going to be subbing at the local high schools. He is also going to use the next few months to learn Spanish, meet with people about supporting us, help coach Autry’s baseball team, and this will  free us both up for more ministry opportunities. He also has the opportunity to share at the Lake Tapps Community Church men’s breakfast on May 4th.
Our goal is to be at 65% support by April 16th. That is 6 days away and we still need $325 of monthly support. This seems like a lot but we have faith in the Lord’s provision. He is the Lord who parted the red sea, sent food from heaven, and rose from the dead. We have absolute faith that he will provide the $325 we need to hit our goal of 65% support.
Here are some needs that we have at the moment
  • To hit 65% of our monthly support
  • Prayer for endurance and reliance on God as we raise support
  • Size 6-9 girls summer clothes ( we plan to bring the next few sizes for the girls to provide for the next few years)
  • Size 8-12 boys summer clothes
  • a point and shoot camera
Thanks again for all of your support. We have been humbled and amazed by the support of all of you. You are a great encouragement to our lives! If you would like to support us here is the link (
Soli Deo Gloria,
The Poor Family


Hebrews 2:1:
“We must pay much closer attention to what we have heard, lest we drift away from it.”

I’ve heard countless pastors wax confidently by way of analogy speaking of those who have built their houses on the sand of sin saying, “They always say the same thing, ‘I don’t know what happened, I never meant for it to get to this. I thought I was in control.'” If I’m honest, I haven’t heard this very often. Most of the time what I hear is someone trying to justifying their current state, I hear people repeating the oldest lie ever uttered to man, “did God really…?” They can’t see how far they’ve floated away from the quiet waters of the shore which have steadily became more and more tempestuous, the swallowers of the demonic lie, “everything’s okay,” do not have the acumen to see where they are but know for certain that they are just fine in their own personal journey. It breaks my heart.

The ancient serpent applies the same old tactics: he uses his minions to whisper lies into the ears of unsuspecting souls (or maybe better put, the unguarded ears of those souls) and pretty soon the poor soul stops attending church or stops reading their bible or stops mortifying their flesh. A little sin is allowed to creep into their daily routine. Drift sets in. They no longer cast aside the weight that clings so closely, rather than focusing on Jesus, this rotten world becomes their final prize. The end result is never intended, but without something (or someone) interfering with the backpedaling towards the cliff of unbelief, the poor soul has fallen to their doom.

This week I’ve had the displeasure to spot someone I used to know who is now adrift. I began recalling the other people I grew up with, worshiped with, struggled in sin with, who are now unanchored and lost. I wish I could say I only knew a few that fit this description, I also wish I could remember warning these friends at the first sight of drift; neither are the case. The same question circles my head like a buzzard over decaying flesh: Why me Lord? Why in my times of my aimless “searching” did You step in and strike me with Your rod that is the eternal truth of the Gospel? Why was I allowed to remembered that I am not God, that I can’t draw out Leviathan with a hook, that I, a mere clay pot, cannot backtalk to my Master and Former, why did You, Lord, choose to spit on the ground and make my eyes see? I have no answers, nor should I. God is sovereign and loving. His ways are above our ways. He has no counselor. He is God, the great I AM.

Still, I found myself now in a position to speak into the lives of others. How then can I protect others against a drift that leads to unbelief? What profound words could I offer up that would allow those professing saints to adhere to the only true and Living Words. I have nothing new to say, like Charles Spurgeon said, “The old hammer of the gospel will still break the rock in pieces; the ancient fire of Pentecost will still burn among the multitude.” What is the key that unlocks the secret to protect against drift? Jesus. It’s all about Jesus. Keep your eyes on The One true and steadfast anchor of our souls, then and only then will you stay near the dock of salvation. So if you find yourself laboring through these inane ramblings I type, I beg you, look at your life and try to see where you have allowed yourself to drift. Apply to your own flesh the double sided scalpel of the Word of God and violently lop off any right eye or right hand that is beckoning you to the hell of fire. Look to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith. Run, don’t walk, row with all your might to get back into the arms of the loving Father, and when you get back, be suspicious of any foul wind that would blow on your little boat, any cunning chime that would turn your ears away from the sweet, sweet sound of our Lord. Pay much closer attention. Do not allow yourself to drift.