Guarding Space in Our Lives

“I have discovered that when my life and my heart get too crowded, there is not enough room for God.”

Exactly! The devotional I am reading really hit the nail on the head. Regardless of the calling that God has placed on your life (teacher, pastor, missionary, plumber) we need to guard the space in our lives that is meant for God. Personally, I struggle with balance. You?

Balancing stones









An unbalanced life is too crowded for God. It is so easy to relegate our spirituality to religious activity when all He really wants is to spend time with us. He wants to wipe away every tear. God longs to share every hurt and celebrate every victory. The Father yearns to wrap His strong arms around us, bringing the peace and balance we so desperately need. (The Simple Things, Mary Southerland)

We can find that balance when we prioritize and seek God first. He’ll enable us to sort out the rest. Begin, and end, with our Father.

Last Tuesday Was #givingtuesday, but it’s Not Too Late !

Last Tuesday was #givingtuesday, but it’s not too late to start supporting!

If you would like to partner with our ministry, consider making a one-time or monthly donation through

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We are so grateful for everyone who supports us in sharing the Gospel with the peoples of Ecuador, from the jungle to the mountains. ❤️

#missions #romans1014 #give #soallmayknow #outreach #ecuador

Why wait for Giving Tuesday? 

Now is a great time to give.
Why wait for Giving Tuesday?

We’ve attended our last Ecuadorian church service, we’re cleaning out the pantry and fridge, doing laundry and packing. Leaving is hard even though we are excited about coming “home” for 6 months. We leave Paute on Wednesday to head over the Andes to the airport in Quito.

Please pray for our family that we will be sensitive to the Holy Spirit and have God’s protection spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically.

If you feel led to contribute to our airfare and transportation here’s a link to make it fast and easy (We know it’s a busy time of year!)

It’s time for a furlough.


It’s time for a furlough.

Now that we’ve set a date, we’re excited to share that we are returning for a 6 month furlough on December 1, 2017.  This will give our family a time to decompress, refresh, and refuel for the future. We’re are looking forward to reconnecting with family and friends.  Can’t wait to see you!

We’re leaving Ecuador on December 1st! 
Please pray for a safe and uneventful flight and re-entry.
We need transportation that seats 6.  Do you know of a great deal?  

You can continue to partner with us.

We’ve already been blessed with places to stay during this time, and we are so grateful.
What else can you help with?
  • Prayers for our family.  Being in full time ministry on foreign soil can be tough.
  • Prayers for our future.  We will be prayerfully considering serving in foreign missions for 6 months and serving in-country (USA) missions 6 months.  More on this as we have definite answers.
  • Prayers for our children.  Ranging in age from 17 years to 18 months, the needs vary greatly.  Everyone adjusting to another culture, missing their old home and making friends is up at the top of the list.  Madeline starting university is another big one.
  • Transportation.  Finding an automobile(s) that is suitable for 6 people, luggage and is road worthy to cover the southeastern states is our goal.  Yep, that’s what we are looking for!
  • Continued support.  If you have been praying (we know you have!) and/or supporting us financially, know that we still need that support.  Our expenses in the US are higher than in Ecuador and sometimes furlough is more stressful than ministry overseas.
Time and time again, God uses His people (you) to provide for our needs.  Thank you.

Thank you.

We know that you are an essential component in our ministry.  Your prayers, encouragement, support and feedback are critical.  Thank you for being part of the body that allows us to serve as HIS hands and feet.

Studebaker and Escoba Families in Misahualli, Ecuador. The Studebaker family serves as full time missionaries in Ecuador, South America, working with people groups from the Napo River in the Amazon Rain Forest to the Andes Mountains.



There Is Still Work to Be Done

“Who knows the story of Daniel in the lions’ den?”
No one. Just like last week, and the week before that.
So I open the book and I read.
We admire the illustrations and answer questions at the end. We make crafts and memorize a Bible verse. We play games and eat snacks. We sing songs and pray.
These are our Thursday afternoons. Months have gone by and every story we tell is new to these children. David and Goliath. Jonah and the whale. All of them.
Physically, more than a few come to the program with rumbling tummies.
But spiritually? They are starving.
They do not know Jesus.
They cannot fathom a love so deep, a joy so abundant, a hope so certain.
Not until they meet Him.
So we continue in our endeavors to introduce them to Christ.
How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher? And how shall they preach unless they are sent? As it is written: How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace, who bring glad tidings of good things!” Romans 10:14-15
After five years, there is still work to be done.
Five years of outreach, bible studies, and late-night conversations about Jesus. Five years of prayer and struggle and triumph. Five years in the ministry, and it’s still growing.
From 2012, sharing Jesus with our first new friends, to 2017, spreading the Gospel from the jungle to the mountains.
Sometimes we’re overwhelmed by how many haven’t yet heard. But we rejoice in that we’re able share the precious News.
Sometimes we become terribly homesick. But we know we won’t truly shake that feeling until we reach Heaven’s pearly gates.
Sometimes we grow weary. But we must not lose heart.
Though the workers are few, the harvest is great.
So All May Know,
Madeline Studebaker

Just Like Old Times

I shouldn’t be here. I love her, but this is beyond what I can handle.
“I’m so happy you came,” Ximena* tells me.
I nod and force a smile. “Well, I needed to see you again, and meet Alejandra,”
She looks so old. Not like the girl I went to school with, not the girl I used to play with, not the girl I called a best friend.
She’s a mother now. An adult.
Someone living a life I cannot imagine — a life I don’t want to imagine.
One month ago, Ximena gave birth to a very premature little girl. She and her boyfriend didn’t expect the baby to live… but she did. They named her Alejandra.
We were able to visit Ximena after she was released from the hospital, but we weren’t allowed to see the baby. It was a very difficult visit, filled with a lot of tears and a lot of discomfort for all of us.
I asked Dad to bring us out here. I had promised Ximena we’d come see her. I told her we still loved her, that we still cared for her and we wouldn’t judge her.
So here we are, standing beside a group of concrete and thatch huts build nearly on top of each other. Swatting away flies and trying to act like the heat and stench don’t bother us.
This is what poverty looks like.
This is what it looks like and smells like and feels like.
This is what it is to see desperate people, hungry children, broken lives.
This is her home.
This is how she lives.
Dirt floors. Rough concrete walls. A rusty tin roof.  A bed that’s falling apart. A broken dresser. No light. No bathroom.
Ximena points to a tiny bundle on the bed. “This is my daughter. Madeline… I want you to hold her,”
“Okay,” Ximena hands me the baby.
Tears press on the backs of my eyeballs. Joy, confusion, happiness, and disbelief melt together into just feeling lost.
Just sitting on a bed with my best friend, talking. Just like old times.
Except not really.
In the old times, we talked about music and boys and clothes. Now, we’re talking about food and money, and Alejandra.
Part of me wants to leave. Tell her I didn’t sign up for this heartbreak and pain and seeing her like this.
And the other part of me knows that I did sign up for this. When I said, I love you, Ximena. We’re always going to be friends…
I meant that.
I didn’t give a list of conditions. I didn’t say if. I didn’t say as long as.
And neither did Jesus.
*The names in this post have been changed in order to protect the privacy of certain individuals.

But There Are Bigger Struggles

“What’s the strangest thing you’ve eaten?”

“Are there many active volcanoes in Ecuador?”

“Does the government allow you to preach the Gospel?”

This makes the third year my family’s been able to video chat with Ms. Gail and the kids at Canal Lake Bible Camp. I look forward to talking with them. They always have such great questions about our host country and our ministries. Some questions I wish adults asked more frequently.

Towards the end of our interaction with the kids, one little boy introduces himself, takes a deep breath, and launches into his mission-related curiosities. About the food, the attire, the climate. And then,

“What’s the hardest thing about living in Ecuador? What’s your biggest struggle?”

We’re asked this question every year, and every year I give the same answer. It looks like I’m giving it thought, but it’s an automatic response. “I get homesick a lot. And boy, do I miss speaking English!”


But there are bigger struggles than the language. Struggles that I can’t explain in five minutes. Not to an elementary-schooler. Not to anyone my age. Not even to an adult, no matter how interested or sympathetic they are.

So I tell them, I tell you, that it’s homesickness. That it’s speaking Spanish.


I don’t mention that I still don’t feel accepted as a part of the community here in Paute.

That I’m shunned by most of the girls, and I question every guy’s motives for friendliness.

That I’m painfully conscious of everything I say and do, because it’s a reflection on missionaries, Americans, and Christians everywhere.


I don’t mention the hurt I experience by being forgotten by my peers in the States.

That I feel the need to live up to a certain image when I’m back on missionary furlough.

That I feel completely detached and isolated from the American culture, and I have no idea what its expectations are for me.


The misgivings, the doubts, the battles I’m fighting, they aren’t things I often share.

Because when I do, most of you can’t relate.

And it’s frustrating.

You can’t relate to years of having jokes made about you, in front of your face, in a language you can’t understand.

You can’t relate to someone trying to barter a few acres of land for your hand in marriage… when you’re thirteen.

You can’t relate to being ostracized by an entire town who wants nothing to do with you or your God.


So I’ll tell you that my struggle is with the language, and it will just be easier for both of us.

Update Week of April 22

Another week of blessings!
* In Kidstuf, our Children’s Bible and English class, we made Jesus sun-catchers.








* There were 23 (wow!) in youth Friday night and Eric shared about obedience to God. With all the new faces coming in we are having to constantly monitor appropriate displays of affection. This can be challenging due to different cultural expectations and hormones. We are asking God to help us address this with both the children and their families in a manner of love and respect.









*This morning there were 5 in the 7:30am Men’s Bible Study. Eric said it went really well. I wasn’t invited, but he did take a picture!!









*We’ve reached a verbal agreement to rent a different house a few blocks away. It is quite a bit smaller than the one we rent now, but the rent is less and it is across from a basket ball court.









*Here are some pictures from the kids cookie baking class. It went really well and they have requested to learn how to make carrot soufflé next time.


If you missed our last update- here it is


So All May Know,

The Studebaker Family in Ecuador

March and a bit of April 2017

It’s been a wonderful, blessed and busy month. Don’t be surprised if our updates are less frequent – trying to keep up with family life, a busy baby boy and ministry doesn’t leave much time for Facebook!
-We’ve just wrapped up a unit on food and metamorphosis in the kids English/Bible class.
-Elijah is learning to play chess and joined a group of local adults playing in town. He lost one game and won two. He is still attending weekly soccer practice.

– Madeline is still volunteering with Unsion in Cuenca. She recently snuck in through a morgue to pray with patients at a hospital. Oh, the stories that girl has!
-Abigail is preparing for her Quinceanera the 12th of next month. She found a dress and is getting excited about participating in this cultural birthday experience.



-Malachi had his first birthday party. It was SO much fun for us, but he was a bit overwhelmed by the crowd. 🙂











-Visas. Eric has his new visa. The four children have had their visas submitted and we are awaiting approval for them. Mine, well, I don’t have one. We have had three different issues with my FBI reports. Once it was just late, then it came with a typo in the name, this time it has been stamped incorrectly. We have submitted another request (and fee). Once it arrives we will try again. Thank you for your prayers in this matter- they did not have to allow me additional time to try again, I know that God blessed us <3 with His favor.
– Evangelism. The dramas went really well last week in Paute. Several hundred people were in attendance and many more strolled by watching. We’re scheduling more dramas in other (smaller) communities for the future!
– Many of you responded to our request for prayer after my brother’s motorcycle accident. He has had several surgeries, a skin graft and is scheduled for a bone graft. He is making progress and is currently at his home. Thank you for all of your prayers.
-Please be in prayer for our family’s mental, physical, emotional and spiritual health. Our contract on the house we are renting is up at the beginning of June and we need to find another home in this area. We’re looking at a smaller house next to a basketball court that would be great for our family, ministry and hopefully our budget.

Our Return to Puca-Chikta: Part 2

[Read Part 1 of Our Return to Puca-Chikta here:]
We sit on a bench in front of her home — a hut, really — and catch up while I paint faces.

“You were so young when you first visited our village,” Evelin says. “You’ve changed a lot.”
I have changed. Our family had just moved to Ecuador when we visited Puca-Chikta for the first time. [I actually wrote about the experience here:]
“You’ve changed too,” I remind her. “Viejita, you’re old now.” She’s thirteen… in a few years, she’ll be old enough to get married here.

Our little conversation continues, and I debate inwardly on whether I should ask about school.
“So, Evelin, how’s school?” I probe.
Her eyes shift away from me.
“School?” I ask again.
She won’t look at me. She won’t answer.

There she goes, breaking my heart into a million pieces.
I assure her that it’s fine, and I change the subject as fast as possible.
But inside? I’m screaming.
Children receive such little education in remote villages like this one. Government funding is minimal, and the teachers aren’t equipped to do their jobs. Many of them haven’t been well educated either.
And now it appears that Evelin’s not getting any of it. None of the classroom learning at all.

It’s not fair.
And it’s not just the school thing — it’s everything.
It’s not fair that Evelin’s family of seven is living in a tiny, three-walled, dirt floor shanty.
It’s not fair that her little brothers’ teeth are rotting away, because the can’t see a dentist to figure out what’s the matter.
It’s not fair that her little sisters have worms eating away at the insides of their eyes, and they can’t see a real doctor.

Evelin wakes up to either unbearable heat and stench, or rain soaking her through the roof. She goes to sleep at night with an empty stomach and an unsaved soul.

Evelin lives a simple life. It’s filled with many horrible things, and it’s missing the most important thing. That’s a harsh reality I have to face. And I can try to imagine… but I will never understand.

I don’t claim to understand just because it’s simple.
I’m aware of her great needs, small hopes, and no idea of the world outside her village. But I don’t dare claim to understand her life until I’ve endured the same impoverishment and affliction.

She has nothing. Pray that she accepts Christ.
Because then she will have everything.

So All May Know,
Madeline Studebaker