Being Grateful For Water...

I’m sitting in our little one-room house, praising the Lord to ‘Stronger’ by Mandisa…What a great song! Bill thinks I’m crazy when I praise the Lord…On well.
Bill is sitting up in bed with pillows all around and drinking his first cup of coffee…It’s freezing cold outside and all the water is frozen. I took these pictures of the water barrel.



Guess most people from West Texas have done this many times, but I confess, it’s the first time I chipped ice to boil water. On my visit to the outhouse, I found the water I usually wash my hands in was a block of ice. Couldn’t break it, although I’m not sure I would have wanted to wash my hands in such cold water anyway.

Yesterday I broke down and washed my dishes inside the house. It was so cold outside, I couldn’t get up the nerve to stand at the table outside in the wind and cold and wash those dishes. Even though I warm up water on the stove, it was too cold outside. We have very little space inside, so washing dishes is a challenge. But better sardines inside than popsicles outside, right?

Needless to say, the laundry I usually do when the water comes on in the morning won’t get done until the pipe thaws out. We only have one faucet and it’s frozen solid this morning. It was hard to do laundry yesterday as the wind was blowing so hard and my hands were freezing when I hung the clothes on the line. But I got three loads done. This morning, they are still on the line, and I will have to get up the gumption to take them down…Brrrrrr!

I can remember my mother hanging clothes on the line when it was very cold in Mt. Shasta. I guess I have really taken my clothes dryer for granted over these years. It was such a blessing when we lived in Texas. Now that the weather has changed, I guess I need to hang some line inside the house for those wet days.

A few days ago, I really considered our water. Thanking the Lord for water, I was thinking about how precious it is to us. Since our town water service is intermittent and we purchase drinking water in 5-gallon bottles, it has become even more precious. When we lived in Aspermont, I bought water, but when we didn’t have drinking water, we always had tap water.

I have learned to do laundry and dishes when the water comes on, although I have a 50-gallon barrel to hold a supply for necessities, it isn’t nearly enough. I am sure I took showers that used more than 50 gallons of water. Humbling, isn’t it?

Bill has talked about the lack of water in Mozambique when he and Larry Melton visited there in 2007. We take so much for granted, don’t we? Water…Thank you, Lord, for water!

What an awesome God we serve! He provides our every need, abundantly more than we can ask or imagine. Thank you, Jesus, for providing our needs. Help us not to take that for granted. Give us grateful hearts, Lord.

Love you all, and thank you for reading our little blog. Blessings in the glorious name of Jesus!




Found a ladybug hanging on for dear life when I opened my washer after the rinse cycle. Amazing little ladybug...Thank the Lord it was able to fly away after all that spinning!




A little hen keeps making her way into my kitchen to eat the dog food. I think she's developed a taste for Kibbles and Bits!

Gratitude: Thursday Afternoon News from Coahuila

It’s Thursday morning a little after 7 a.m. and I am sitting at a table in the church, typing this while Bill sleeps and the coffee pot spreads its aroma throughout our little cinder-block room next to the church. Greg and Matt haven’t come out of the trailer yet, but the roosters have been working hard to wake them up early here in our little pueblo of Tepeyac, Coahuila.
How can I describe the gratitude I have today, for all that God is doing, has done and is going to do? The last few days have been full of blessings, and I am still in awe of God and His love show toward us through the generosity of the saints and God’s mercy and grace.
Greg and Matt left Anson on Tuesday morning, with a 30 foot 1987 Sahara travel trailer in tow, and when they came across the Acuna border crossing, the aduana (customs office) wanted them to pay $1,200. U.S. for the import fees to bring it across. Although Greg explained the situation, they kept his title to the trailer and allowed him to bring it on down to us.



By faith, they set it up behind the church for us, rewired our electric box, and added another breaker box to the electric pole, and stabilized the trailer, hoping they would not have to bring it back across the border and return home with it.

By faith, we prayed, believing this was a gift from God and we wouldn’t have to pay the fees, or return it to the states. We went to Jimenez right after noon Wednesday, to speak to one of the officials there in hopes they could help us figure out a way to get it across without problems or fees. The judge wasn’t in the office and the other man we knew there wasn’t working, either. The judge’s secretary gave us the name of the judge in San Carlos, about 22 miles away, and we headed for San Carlos, stopping at the house to pick up some sandwich fixin’s for our lunch on the road.

When we arrived in San Carlos at the Officina del Presidencia, we explained the whole thing to the judge there, Raul Reveles Beltran, and his secretary typed the letter, introducing us, explaining our work here in hopes that there was some way we could have the trailer without the cost of importation.
We drove to Acuna and went to the office that handled the title, and after giving them the letter and answering more questions, the gentlemen handed Greg the title and said we don’t have to pay the importation because we are living near the border and the importation fees apply when you go deeper into Mexico. We didn’t need any other permission other than the title that goes with the trailer.
We rejoiced all the way back to Tepeyac, knowing that God had turned the King’s heart like a watercourse, as it says in Proverbs 21:1, one of my favorite verses. What a blessing the trailer will be when we have visitors, and for me, the oven is going to be a wonderful tool as I can bake cakes and pies for when we go visit people here. God is so good.

We arrived in time to get cleaned up for the service in Palmira, and went out to pick up Maria and her children so they could join us. Matt, Bill and Greg sat in the back of the pickup and we went by to get Sandra, our neighbor, and then Maria and her family out in the country. While we were at her house, Greg got the guitar out that he had brought for Felipa and played a song for them, and I translated it. Maria’s husband is Blas’ brother, Rito, and he enjoyed the song as much as we all did. We loaded up and headed for the study and when we got there, had a sweet time of fellowship before it started as we were early.
The room filled up fast at Raquel’s house, and we were glad we brought chairs from home. We sang songs and Felipa played the guitar Greg gave her, while we all praised the Lord with them. Felipa led the study and several people shared testimonies about what God had done in their lives, including Pedro, Greg and Eulogio. It was a wonderful time of sharing, encouragement and reading in the Gospel of John, Chapter 17.
Felipa shared about when she was young and her family was Catholic, and she always felt that God was far away. When she began to read the scriptures and the Lord became real to her, she realized He was always with her, never far off. She told about when her family began really seeking the Lord and serving Him, how it changed all of their lives. Then her mother, Hilda, shared about when her son told her she needed to receive the Lord as her personal savior, and she got mad at him and told him to not come back if he kept telling her she was a sinner. After 3 days, she called him and asked him to come back because after reflecting on what he had said, she realized she indeed needed a change in her life. The next time the group was together, her son did an altar call and she raised her hand and came forward. All of the people in the crowd said, I thought she was a Christian, and she told them that she wasn’t before, but now she was going to be. She received Christ that night and her life has never been the same. She was so touched telling her testimony as she cried and praised God for saving her and her family. Her whole family is such an encouragement to all of us here. We consider it a privilege to know them.

We took Maria and her family home and then went to Hilda’s house as they invited us to come eat. It was wonderful and Greg and Felipa played several songs on the guitar, and we enjoyed hot, homemade tortillas and chili and potatoes, along with sweet fellowship with the whole family there. It was great and we didn’t get home until nearly11:00. We prayed together at the church before we went to bed, again thanking the Lord for what He had done with the trailer and all that had happened this week. What an awesome God we serve, and what a blessing to have sweet fellowship with the saints!

Thursday afternoon Greg and Matt left about 30 minutes ago and we enjoyed every minute with them. It was hard to let them leave, but as always, you have to go home sometime so we said our goodbyes and they drove off.

This morning we went to see Lupita and her husband and visited at her kitchen table for about an hour, talking about all the things God was doing and had done, and she told us about the church and some of the history. It was an encouragement and we prayed together before we left. Greg and Matt got all packed up and headed North, and I decided I’d better finish this so I can sent it out and let everyone know what’s been going on since we last updated y’all.

We want to thank everyone that had anything to do with the trailer and all the supplies sent down with it. What a blessing it is to us, and all the food and goodies were such a surprise. Thank you for loving us so much!
The children will love all the art and craft supplies and I look forward to sharing the Agape with them, as well.

We are so blessed and encouraged and we thank the Lord for His loving kindness to us. We hope that somehow our little blog is an encouragement to you as well. May the Lord open our eyes and make us sensitive to the leading of His Spirit. We love you and we thank God for you.

By His Grace,
Toni and Bill