Vacationing With a Purpose

One of the great things about being a missionary is connecting people who want to make a difference in the lives of others. Two weeks ago, I had the privilege of coordinating an outreach for Ciudad de Angeles orphanage for Zumba instructors, Melissa Mace and Holly Rose. The children were so joyful and full of smiles, asking if they could could back tomorrow to teach again, and if not tomorrow how about the next day.


If you would like be part of making a difference in changing lives,  please pray for us and consider doing an outreach in Cozumel, Mexico. We are happy to help coordinate all your needs. Thank you for your continued support in prayer and financing.  If you would like to make a monetary donation to support our efforts in spreading the word and sharing the love of Jesus,  please do so through Pay Pal’s secure system at the link below, or email Eric at for more details. PayPal.Me/7dayheromexicoImage



The Turkey Diaries

“You’re such a chicken!” I find myself saying to the little chick, as she frantically clucks and waddles at full speed trying to catch up with the other chickens who have wondered down the drive. IMG_4965Sometimes, I can’t help but feel as if I am living in a Golden Book Story.  Our chickens act exactly like the characters Henny Penny and Chicken Little, well they did that is, until we got the turkeys.


My family and I arrived back to Cozumel in September. We have been busy building a training center and farm for humanitarian aid workers on sustainable agriculture and aquaponics.

As part of the project, we have planted a variety of vegetables, flowers for the bees, and local fruit trees.  We purchased 10 chickens, 50 tilapia – to use in the aquaponic tanks, and 5 queen bees. Recently, my husband came home with 3 baby turkeys, which changed the dynamics of the farm forever (or at least until Easter).


You ask, “What can three baby turkeys do to change the dynamic of the farm?” Well, let me enumeration the ways.


  1. The turkeys have taught the chickens bad behavior. IMG_4968The once scared chickens  have found their bravado. They follow me, clipping at my heels and standing on my feet as I work in the garden. They even try to get inside the house, where our 150 pound mastiff patiently waits to eat them.
  2. Turkeys are crafty escape artists. We have built them a 12 x 12 foot yard, which they share with the chickens. The shade cloth roof has proved to be the wrong material to use. When the wind shifts or when it rains, the turkeys find the smallest flaw in the saturated fabric and climb onto the roost, plotting their escape. They  jump onto the shade cloth, using it as a trampoline of sorts. Then, bouncing up and down, they get enough lift to gently sail to the ground. The chickens have followed their leaders.
  3. Turkeys are like locusts. The life of the turkey and the chicken is all about food. We feed them twice a day, plus give them scraps from the table. However, no matter how much you feed them, they always want more – thus their desire to escape into the garden. I’ve seen them as they walk by, they look at me and then nonchalantly snip off a leaf from my cucumber plant.
  4. Turkeys are insolent. They have no regard for the rules and areIMG_3749 completely unabashed. I open my curtains in the morning, and at my sliding glass door, the turkeys and chickens whistle and sing when they see me.
  5. Turkeys have weaseled their way into the heart of my husband. Every morning my husband comes back from feeding the fowls with a big smile on his face and the same statement, “Those turkeys are so cute. I don’t know about eating them.”

Keeping this in mind,  I left to Riviera Maya for a week. It rained the entire time. The turkeys and chickens escaped and proceeded to eat every plant right down to the stem.The garden was gone. The bees flew away, and 30 tilapia jumped right out of the tank and committed suicide. We had to start all over, almost from scratch.

The next Sunday I flipped open up my bible, and beaming off the page in pink highlighter, the words from John 4:35 stood out at me,

“Don’t you have a saying, “It’s still four months until harvest? I tell you, open your eyes and look at the fields! They are ripe for harvest.” “Even now those who reap draw their wages, even now they harvest the crop for eternal life so that the sower and the reaper may be glad together.”

The Lord is good and He showed us to focus on the people. That is His ministry. Oh, the farm is still here…..11 chickens, 3 turkeys, 50 new fish and tons of beautiful plants, but our hearts are turned to serving the Lord’s people. The moment we stepped out in faith, He opened up the doors of church ministry again. Eric is now the executive pastor at the church we helped plant. He is teaching a men’s bible study and doing one-on-one discipleship programs. The Spanish Pastor’s wife and I are beginning a women’s bible study as well as a youth group program at the start of the new year. God has big plans for the people of this island.

In closing, I’d like to finish by telling you a little about how we celebrated Thanksgiving and how we are going to celebrate Christmas, as God has orchestrated so much.


Although Thanksgiving is distinctly an American and Canadian tradition, our friends in Mexico, both Americans and Mexicans, helped us to celebrate this year. We had over 50 people at our house, many of whom do not know the Lord, and who think Thanksgiving is merely a time  to be thankful to one another. We were excited about the opportunity to share with them the true meaning of Thanksgiving ~

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.”
Psalm 118:1

Christmas Eve Blessing

Christmas in Cozumel is such a beautiful celebration. The children have concerts and dance recitals in the square,and the music from neighborhood parties can be heard into the wee hours of the night. However, when I think of the people in the squatter village of Las Fincas and what Christmas looks like for them, I pause. They are poor and their Christmas Eve meals will not even look close to the abundance we are used to in the U.S.

Here is where God shows up! Several weeks ago I was contacted by email from a woman in Arkansas. She wrote that she and her family will be vacationing in Cozumel over Christmas and would like to help us with our  ministry. They are available to help on Christmas Eve. I tell her about the squatter’s village of Las Fincas and ask her if she would like to bring rotisserie chicken meals to bless the families there. I envision going door to door handing out the chicken meals. She loves the idea so much that she seeks others to donate towards the cause.

Last week, I received yet another email from another family who will be vacationing in Cozumel over Christmas, asking how they can help. God takes my plan of going door to door and creates something grand. With over $900.00 US to purchase about 150 rotisserie chicken meals, we have decided to have offer a Christmas blessing to the Las Fincas community. We will be setting up at the park, and inviting the families to hear the Good News of Jesus and the Christmas story. We will have games for the children and pass out the chicken meals to 150 families.

ImageHere’s where you can help. If you would like to be a part of this ministry and mission, you can donate towards more family meals. The meals cost $6.50/family and 100% of your donation will go towards meals. Please click on the link below to donate via paypal, or email Eric at for more info. If you are on the island and would like to help in the Christmas blessing please contact us via email to find out all the details. May God bless you during this Christmas season and the coming New Year!

Here I am Lord, Send Me

IMG_0479On the “mission field” there are good days and there are bad days. There are days when we know we’re making a difference, that people’s hearts and lives are being transformed by God, and that He is opening doors that we had never even dreamed possible. Then, there are those days when we are disappointed, our hearts break, and we feel that maybe the island is worse off for us coming here to serve. I look back at pictures and see the gardens we planted, the land we cleared for the medical center that will one day be built in Las Fincas, the children we helped to attend school, and the church building that now hosts Spanish and English services, but really,

“What is the true measure of a successful mission?”

Is it the amount of plants we grow? The amount of people we feed? The number of educational classes we provide? The amount of land we clear? If we were to measure our success in the aforementioned terms, we would have fallen short. We will always fail. There will always be more people we should have fed. More plants we could have grown, more classes we needed to offer….in other words, there will always be more need. The true success of a mission cannot be measured by the physical “things” we do, but solely by the way God changes the hearts and lives of people. The relationships that God brings into our lives, changes not only their hearts but ours too, so that hopefully, prayerfully we draw closer to God. It begins with being obedient to God’s call. Three plus years ago, we woke up with a song. It danced around in our hearts and in our minds like one of those jingles that you can’t get out of your head…. and it led us to Cozumel.

“Here I Am Lord”

I, the Lord of sea and sky,
I have heard My people cry.
All who dwell in dark and sin,
My hand will save.
I who made the stars of night,
I will make their darkness bright.
Who will bear My light to them?
Whom shall I send?

Here I am Lord,
Is it I Lord?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.

……and its melody plays once again.

The Lord has called us back to California. Before we moved to Cozumel, our idea was to bring teams of people to the island to provide humanitarian aid in the name of Jesus. The longer we lived in handsCozumel, the more that notion got placed on the back burner. We met people on the island who wanted to help, and we loved doing the work ourselves, but that is not God’s plan. Thru service you are blessed beyond measure. I wish I could bottle up His blessings and pour just a drop upon you so that you can know the abundance of joy God gives you when you obey. His word is not only law, but a blessing, the problem is,  putting it in a bottle or sharing it here over the internet, does not work. It occurs when you step out in faith and get your hands dirty, when you are a bit scared, embarrassed, out of your element and completely surrendered to His will. It occurs when you look beyond your own felt needs and you start seeing and feeling the true needs of others, when your comfort is less important than the people you are called to It comes when you cry, physically cry over the misfortune and poor choices of the ones God placed in your life.   So, we are back in California for a help our fellow Americans, to bring them to serve those who live in less fortunate circumstances. Yes, there is need in the States but something changes a person when they are in a totally different culture, seeing poverty, people in need – with no government to assist. So, we persevere here and ask for teams, churches, clubs, and athletes.  Of course we are faith based.  You might not be, but if you have the means to serve with your strength, heart, mind, and soul, get on board.  It is to change you by the way.  It is to teach our people to put down their cell phones and turn off their computers, look around, use their hands, make a difference.

God has brought us back to our original mission; to bring teams and individuals from the U.S. to minister to the island of Cozumel.

If you would like more information, please email Eric at

Thank you for your continued prayers and support. If you would like to make a non-taxable donation toward 7 Day Hero, Mexico’s mission, please click the link below.


Culture Shock!?!

“When you first moved to Mexico, did you suffer from culture shock?”  This was the question that, Mike from Colorado, asked me last week during his visit to Cozumel. My immediate response was, “No. I grew up in Southern California where there is a strong Mexican influence.” Of course I was thinking of the authentic Mexican restaurants, the darling Mexican kids who I had taught in school, and my many childhood friends.

IMG_7234Culture shock? Whatever…… I am a person who loves discovering new places, craves adventure and is intrigued with new people. The mere idea was an insult. But, his question continued to hang in the air and haunt me throughout the day. Later that evening, I asked Eric, “What is culture shock?”

When we first moved to Cozumel nearly one year ago, I was a different person. I had reverted back to that shy little girl of 6 who would hide behind my mom when I was scared, only this time, there was no one to hide behind. I was afraid to drive. I was frightened to speak Spanish. I didn’t want to walk the dog (The one time I did, the dog and I became encircled by 5 growling, stray street dogs, until finally IMG_5497I kicked into the air and they ran off)  I didn’t necessarily fit in with the expat community. I was baffled by the smells, the trash,the noise, and how one house can be big, clean and beautiful while the one beside it is made from sticks, tarpaper, and sheets that act as windowpanes.

At the time, I believed these fears stemmed from the fact that I was 41 years old and had never moved out of my hometown of San Clemente, save for the two years when I lived in the dorms at UC Riverside. But looking back now, if I swallow my pride, I guess I can say, “Yes. I suffered from culture shock.”

If you saw me today, you wouldn’t believe that I had ever been afraid of anything in Mexico. I have taken to Mexican driving like a duck takes to water. I pass cars on the two lane highway. I swerve around vans, scooters and people when they are in my way, and I turn on my hazards when I go the wrong way down a one-way street. (After all the street signs are more of a suggestion than a rule, right?) I speak Spanish to anyone who will listen, even when they speak English to me. I not only walk the dog, but I run him while IMG_6995riding my bike. I have found friends – expats and locals alike-  and the smells, trash, noise and variety of houses have faded into the background and I see now, that is what makes Cozumel what it is, a place where everyone – rich, poor, young, old, studied, laborer – has a home.

So what happened? How come the 180? What took me from being frightened to embracing life?  Two weeks in to living on Cozumel, it dawned on me that God couldn’t use me if I continued to play it safe. It is easy to live in Cozumel and still live as an American. I can go to beach clubs that cater to American tourists. I can go to American chain restaurants like Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville or Pizza Hut. If I stay along the oceanfront, I can speak English to almost anyone. I can make friends with other Americans. I can stay inside in my air-conditioned house just 4 blocks from the sea and watch Netflixs.  But this is not why I came to Cozumel. I came to serve God, to be a missionary, and to share with people – Mexican, American, Canadian, rich, old, young, poor, hopeful, hopeless- the joy and love God has for us all. If I didn’t allow people to get to know me,  how could I be a light to this world? So, I stepped out in faith. I trusted in God’s word, which promises me that He has a plan for me,

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

 So with this knowledge, I swallowed my fears and stepped out into the real Cozumel. The one that is made up of Spanish speakers, crazy drivers, and genuinely caring and wonderful people.

Nearly a year has passed since that courageous day.  God has done some amazing things. He has made IMG_6889me into a stronger person. He has opened doors for me and my family to work with the children in the orphanage, to have fellowship with people in the gym, to be part of a women’s dance group during IMG_5761Carnival, to teach Zumba in Dominican Republic, and now to plant a church in Cozumel. God is good and His mercies are unfailing.

Thank you for your continued prayers and support. If you would like to make a financial donation towards 7 Day Hero Mexico’s mission please click on the link below.


The Back Story

What would motivate someone to sell their home and business, leave their friends and family, as well as, the comforts of the United States and IMG_6244trade it all in for living in a Third World Country, albeit a beautiful tropical island smack dab in the middle of the Caribbean?

For years my husband and I have had a dream to dash off to some remote island and live out our days planting our own botanical garden and spearfishing for our dinner in a tropical lagoon. Our quest took us to some amazing places like Rarotonga, the Hawaiian Islands, Puerto Rico, St Croix, but the Lord brought us to Cozumel. In the short 8 months we have lived here, we are asked almost daily, “So, why did you move to Cozumel?” Our quick, compulsory answer is ever the same, “We love it here. We love the people. We love the culture.” But the real reason is deeply personal and requires a longer explanation. And so, without further ado, here is our “back story.”

Gia’s Back Story


For those of you who know me, you know that I’ve always been a person who deeply believes that if you set your mind to something, you can do anything in this world. I suppose it is my tenacious nature that leads me to believe that the world is indeed my oyster. A little over a year ago though this belief of mine was challenged. I was standing in the hospital room where my mom lay half-sleeping in her bed, and a quiet truth crept into my thoughts – even if my mom decided to change her life right now, she would not be able to.  She simply couldn’t get out of bed. She had but one path she could take. In my mind’s eye, I saw a long, straight road, there were no curves, no intersections, no forks in the road, no places to make a u-turn, just one path. It was then that I realized that life is too short to keep putting off my dreams.  I must live the life that God called me to live, not tomorrow but right now.

I met Donna Douglas (you may remember her as Ellie May from the Beverly Hillbillies) when I was 13. In the short conversation that we had, she imparted to me a piece of wisdom that I have held on to throughout the years. She said,  “God wouldn’t put a dream in your heart if he didn’t want it to come true.”

As a teenager, I dreamt of having a church camp for youth. God gave me an orphanage with 40 children to work at. In my 20s I envisioned having botanical gardens and a butterfly sanctuary, God gave me a community garden in Las Fincas to teach people how to grow their own food. It amazes me daily, that the dreams that I have God always improves upon. I am blessed.

Eric’s Back Story

IMG_7243For me, I had always enjoyed the camping and Missions aspect of ministry. When Gia and I  married, I wanted to provide stability with my new stepson and needed to find a job in the area. The gym has been such a blessing, but to do the same thing daily, well I was getting a bit worn and not growing into a better person. Two years ago, my right arm went numb, years of sports and stupidity had caught up with me. My lower back had been horrible for decades but this was different. My arm started to atrophy. After four months of tests, and 6 epidurals,  I underwent neck surgery and a month later, lower back surgery. Typical hyper fool that I am,  two days out of the hospital, I was clearing plants with my machete and mopping the floor on my hands and knees. The next day, I was back in the hospital for a week with blood clots on my spine and close to death. It was a wake-up call.

Even before the surgeries we knew we were called to come to Mexico. My heart and passion has always been here. The result of the surgery though was a realization that life is too short to live passionless lives, to read about adventure and men of God but not experience it. I want to serve completely, in love with my Saviour. Was it scary to sell everything? No. Were there detractors, either scoffing at our decision or throwing fear our way? Yes, and from sources unexpected. Yet this is what we have been called to do for this season of our lives.  For me there was no other choice. Thoreau once wrote, “if a plant cannot live according to its nature it dies and so a man.” When your nature is a Christ-follower you have to heed the call or you whither, you do not stay the same. You atrophy.

Ciudad de Angeles

As I ride on the back of Eric’s scooter on the dirt road from the orphanage, my heart is so full. I am indeed “living the dream.” We have a little routine now. I teach Zumba a few mornings a week at the local gym, and Eric trains some friends from the church, then we head out to Ciudad to work in the garden with the children. Eric carriers his paint bucket full of tools and I pull the hose over to water the tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, basil and other veggies we have planted. The kids are the true blessing. They help by using the machetes to weed or take turns watering. IMG_7253 IMG_7256 IMG_7263 IMG_7265 IMG_7268 IMG_7270Well actually, watering turns out to be more of a playful water fight than feeding the plants and weeding has taken on many forms, including but not limited to, a new game we call frisbee weeding. We stand together in the garden, throw the frisbee into the air, then whoever catches it uses it to dig out the weeds by their feet. It worked well until they ran out of weeds and dug up the jalapeño seedlings. In any event, it worked to our advantage, as we have found that raised garden beds are more productive than planting directly in the ground. The garden is beginning to take shape.  We have four raised garden beds, thanks to donations from David Rapp and a Zumbathon with Instructor, Wren  Tidwell as well as some of my wonderful Cozumel friends and Zumba students on the island. The garden boxes are filled with a variety of herbs and vegetables, some donated and some grown from seed. We have even begun harvesting the tomatoes and basil!

Las Fincas Community Gardens

Las Fincas continues to be a special oasis for us.  The work here is different from the Orphanage, as we literally broke ground on this project and it is our “baby”.  We have over thirty different plant species growing, still determining what will survive in this harsh climate.  The difference here is this is truly a lost area.  Many people want to help and serve orphans, there is a plethora of help from the States coming down and rightly so, there is need at Ciudad.  The problem is you drive through the outlying areas of stick houses, squalor, etc. to get to Ciudad.  These are people that work 6 days a week,  12 hours a day making on average only 70 pesos each day,  less than six American dollars. Then on Sunday, after Mass, they try to build a house. One cinder block costs only fifty cents, but do the math, after food, clothing, etc. they might be able to build a few bricks a week.  For us to grow crops, give haircuts, help clear their land, it shaves off a few pesos to provide for bricks  It is small but it is something.  Every Saturday volunteers come out for a few hours and basically, weed, clear stumps, break rock.  This allows Gia and me to get to other tasks.  It is not comfortable work.  I have been doing this for a bit so I am a bit immune, or leathery as Gia says.   For many people, this is hot, hard, stuff yet those two hours of volunteers not only enlivens us but helps so much.  Every small rock removed is one that I do not have to do. People from the community come by and ponder that a bunch of gringos are sweating in the sun, they are used to seeing them drinking in the sun at the beach, but not working hard in a garden.  It also teaches our kids to serve, even when it is a bit uncomfortable. To get their eyes off of themselves and onto others, to help because we are commanded by Christ.  We are not in charge, He is.   In just a few months, the garden will become a place of teaching.  We will be hosting compost classes and gardening classes. The insects and soils are a menace but every day we are a bit closer and remember, no one has done this ever, breaking ground literally and hopefully spiritually after we prove ourselves.  The hard thing with Island life is it is so transitional. In Hawaii, we hired people hopping for two years.  Here, so many come for such a short season. For us, we hope to be here for as long as we can be used.

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One last fun thing..A company called Southern Grind is sponsoring me (Eric) with their new
machete line.  I am the only model with all the fingers in place.

As always, we are so thankful for your prayers and donations. If you would like to be part of this
wonderful ministry there are many needs. Here are just a few: Raised Garden Beds, New Fence
For Ciudad, Picnic/Work Tables for Las Fincas.  To donate please click on the link below.

La Vida Es Un Carnival ~ Life Is A Carnival

When we were living in the United States, we found most days to be homeostatic. The alarm went off, the coffee pot turned on and our daily routines ensued – Eric off to work at the gym and I selling books or teaching Zumba. It was a reliable life, one where we could go to the store knowing that there would always be milk in the refrigerators and avocados on the shelves.  When we were told something in business, we could be 90% certain it was going to happen. When we asked someone for directions, we could be assured that if they responded they would actually know the place we wanted to go and how to get there. (In the Mexican culture, people don’t want to hurt your feelings, so they won’t ever tell you something you don’t want to hear, including that they don’t know the place you are asking directions for.)

Living in Cozumel , life is like a carnival. There are moments that our days and our hearts are so full  we glow like the sequins on an acrobat’s costume. And then there are those times when the spot lights turn off, everything goes dark and all that we have planned and worked for comes to an abrupt halt and we wonder what to do next. Our days are either very high or very low, there is really no “in-between”.

So much has happened over this past month and a half, that there is simply too much to tell in just one blog, so I am going to divide the blog into two parts: Holiday Happenings and January 15th to present.

Christmas in Cozumel

Celebrating Christmas, New Years and, a new holiday for us, Dia de los Reyes Magos (3-Kings Day) in Cozumel  was an incredible blessing. The holidays revolve around family and fiestas.  On any IMAG0243given day or night in December, one could go to the square and take in the spirit of Christmas with children dancing and singing on stage, families playing round the Christmas tree, and fire dancers and puppet shows entertaining the crowds. This season brought abundant blessings. And, as I write this now, I see that God’s gift to us this Christmas was the opening of more doors for His ministry.

We had the opportunity to serve in Las Fincas with some incredible people including Ken Homann, founder of His Life Ministries, Mexico IMG_6471and Kathy McGinn one of the members of It’s All About The Kids Cozumel. We also found ourselves back with the children at the orphanage, Ciudad de Los Angeles, planting corn, tomatoes, peppers and more with our new friend David Rapp.

Christmas Celebration With His Life Ministries MexicoIMG_6519

On December 26, 19 Texans and 20 or so gringos (Mexican term for white people) drove by caravan on a dirt and deeply rutted road to the swampy park in Las Fincas – chairs, speakers, coolers, games, food, and presents for 500 children in tow.  After setting up roughly 300 chairs, a few Spanish speaking volunteers clamored inside a VW Bug, replete with speakers the size of Manhattan tied to its roof, and drove down each dirt inlet to invite everyone to a pasada in the park. Abuelos, padres and ninos (grandparents, parents and children) all stopped whatever they were doing and walked from their houses to the park. They came in droves walking through puddles, not mystified in the least, to partake in the IMG_6431festivities; gunny sac races, hoops contests, break dancing, making salvation bracelets, and a lunch of tamales, soda, and cake for dessert. It was really quite an amazing feat, and only one of several events that His Life Ministries put on during the week. What struck me most was when I was leaving a grandmother stopped me and hugged me in the middle of the festivities. She wanted to thank me for the bibles that she and her husband received that day. I asked her if I could take her picture, and with pride she held her Bible to her heart and told her husband to display his too.


Dia de los Reyes Magos – 3 Kings Day


Dia de los Reyes Magos is a grand holiday in Cozumel.  This holiday commemorates the 3 Magi when they brought gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh to the newborn baby Jesus. In celebration, children traditionally leave their shoes outside, sometimes stuffed with hay, then go to sleep hoping for a visit from the 3 Kings. In the morning, evidence of their visit may be left on the lawn in the form of a mound of blue dung from the one king who rides the elephant. The hay that the children left in their shoes has been “eaten” and in its place, toys and gifts abound.

The families in Las Fincas are in no way financially able to purchase gifts for their children, so this amazing group of volunteers, It’s All About The Kids Cozumel, founded by Susan Bonnett, rallies together each year by asking for donations for toys and money to provide the children with presents and their parents with food on Three Kings Day.  After hearing about a crazy bald gringo who is building a community garden in Las Fincas,  aka Eric,  member, Katy McGinn, decided IMG_6537she needed to have us on her team. So, on January 4 we once again caravanned out onto the dirt roads of Las Fincas. It was quite a sight. The first two vehicles were overflowing with soccer balls. The next six cars were loaded with over 400 IMG_6603 gifts and the last two were filled with 200 bags of rice, tomato puree, tuna, and 400 oranges, plus gifts for moms and babies.  We parked side by side, opened our trunks full of presents and were blessed by the beautiful smiles from the children and parents.

Eric and I want to thank you all for your financial support and prayers.  If you donate would like to donate towards 7 Day Hero Mexico please click on the link below.

John 13:35 says, “By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”  We certainly feel your love and are thankful we can pass on this love in the name of Jesus.

Check in next week for Part II of La Vida Es Un Carnival to hear what we are doing at the orphanage, Las Fincas Community Gardens, our second church and our move.