Five Years with Passports

Five Years with Passports

It almost snuck up on me…

Passports for minors expire after five years.

It is hard to believe that almost five years have passed since we acknowledged the call to leave our home and go wherever the Lord might lead.

I remember the feeling in my gut as we sent off the applications- a tangible expression of our submission.

And now begins the process of applications, copies and appointments to renew our children’s passports by October.

Thankfully, it can be done here in Ecuador at the U.S. Consulate in Guayaquil.

Thank you for your love, prayers and support these past five years.  It is a blessing to serve with you in the body of Christ.

We are excited about what God has in store for the next five!

Blessings,
The Studebaker Family
*Perhaps now is a good time for you to check on getting or renewing a passport?

 

passport photos

Month in Review -March

A Month (or so) in Review

March and part of April: connections are bring made and relationships are being built.

We are so thankful.  Things are going well here.
This month in ministry we have had:
  • a meeting with missionaries from Finland on how to work together to meet the needs of indigenous missionaries in the jungle,
  • had two youth ministry nights in Misahualli,
  • had an initial needs assessment (water) in a Napo village,
  • met with Pastor Ramiro to plan the next stage in the aquaponics ministry in his (Bella Vista) village,
  • made the initial payment for the benches and table for the community outreach center and began painting.
  • continued twice weekly Bible studies in our home
  • completed installing the lights in the ministry center and
  • the wall creating a storage area is also finished.
  • we were honored to be witnesses at William’s wedding,
  • and have been invited to dinners as well as hosting coffee meetings with the locals.
This month personally has been busy as well.
  • Elijah had a short stint in the local hospital with a blocked bowel (no worries, he is completely better!) He has started karate classes in order to have some language practice, socialization and an energy outlet.  He loves it and for $15 a month we are happy too!
  • The girls are transitioning more slowly. School is still going well.  Until the ministry center is complete and classes begin here in Paute, they have little opportunity to meet with other teens in our new town. So they are really enjoying our trips back to the jungle, our friends, and the ministries there!
  • We were invited to spend Dia Fanesca (Good Friday) with a local family.  We picked apples in the orchard down the road  (A gift from their neighbors) and ate fresh humitas with coffee. Since all women need to know how to make humitas (this is obvious, right?) we are invited to return in May.  This is when the corn is at its best. The Grandmother and Mother will teach myself and the girls. We are so blessed.  
We ask that you please pray that:
  • our steps are ordered by God,
  • that we hear and obey,
  • that our families back in the States are comforted
  • that the seeds planted will be watered, grow, and bear much fruit
  • that we will be encouraged and strengthened
  • and for his mercy and protection for our family.
May God bless you and keep you.
So All May Know,
The Studebaker Family in Ecuador

 

Matthew 25:40

Mattew 25:40

La Cabeza

 

This all happened last year, while cleaning out the house we were renting in Misahualli.

What my dad found that day left him permanently scarred.

 

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!”

 

It’s a normal day in the jungle. Birds singing, your father screaming.

(Okay, a little less normal than you’d like to admit.)

What’s wrong with him? Doesn’t he realize your family has a reputation? We can’t expect people to want to attend Bible study when we’re shrieking like we’re possessed!

I slim down the possible causes of his scream based on the endurance and intensity of the… high-pitched vocalization.

1. he found another boa constrictor

2. he’s being attacked by demon monkeys

3. or he’s medicating his poisonous spider bites.

 

“AMYYYYYYYYY!!!!!”

 

I sneak outside to the backyard where mom and dad are peering into a little wooden box, looking totally freaked out over the contents.

Trying to get a better look inside, I get closer and closer to the mysterious box. But dad spots me.

“Back, back!” he starts yelling. (This is where it seems likely that he ordered me to shield my eyes, but I don’t necessarily remember that part.)

“Mom. What was that thing?” I ask a few minutes later, from the safety of the kitchen.

“Well… A human skull.” she answers.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

“A human skull? A human skull!” I bellow. Unreal.

“Shh!”

“Oh, sorry. Can I see it?”

 

And there it is. Empty eye sockets staring at me. Missing its mandible. Totally discolored to a mottled brown and yellow -not white like you’d think.

Here’s the best part: bundled in wrapping paper. Happy birthday?

 

La Cabeza

 

 

“Dad! How did you find that… thing?”

“Well, I was going through the stuff in the shed, and I opened the box, and -ugh! -there it was,” he exclaimed. “Staring at me!”

“Who do you think it is… or was, or whatever?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” mom said. “Relative, maybe?”

“Ah, yes, guardian of the house.” I say in my creepiest voice. “What have we done? Disturbed its peace, that’s what we’ve done! Awakened its spirit! Ooooh! Woooo!

“Cut that out!” Dad orders.

“Sorry.”

 

So. Don’t ask my dad about the skull.

 

(We’ve been told its fairly common for skulls and other bones to be left to “guard” houses, so… I was also sort of right. Just saying.)

 

 

How about a discotec bar?

Are you wondering what is happening down here in Ecuador?
Perhaps you’re curious as to why Eric is grinning in a bar?
No, he didn’t consume the beverages pictured!
KONICA MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

 

Here is a bit of the story.

No one was answering their cell phone and we needed a taxi driver to scout the town for a place to rent for ministry.

There was a feeling of urgency, for time is short and the fields are ready for harvest.

So, where is the ministry center God?

Eric walked to station and requested a taxi. The driver took us to a few open spaces. They were tiny and the prices weren’t.

How about a discotec bar? asked the driver…

Romans 8 28

 

 

 

 

 

The owner was more than happy to rent it to us, his house sits atop of the space and he says it gets noisy.

So we left in a daze, grinning from ear to ear. I am quite sure the owner didn’t really understand.

After all, how can he see the tremendous spiritual battle being fought, the territory gained in those few moments, but prepared for by hours of prayer?

Walking home, we laughed and cried. The five of us talking in spurts of praise and laughter. How good our God is to us. How good it is that he chooses to use mere people and provides for us.   He has come to set His people free and we are blessed to be able to share that Good News!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are excited about the new space where classes will be starting soon and we envision a coffee house ministry in the future.

The girls laughed and said they can claim to work in a bar. Amazing, that the Lord is allowing us to share the Gospel where the chains of darkness bound people!

For now, we will empty it, clean it, prepare it with prayer.

Please keep praying, He is listening!

Blindfolded Rollercoaster

 

This is not a straight road. This is not a safe road.

This is some crazy roller coaster with no seat belt requirements and no respected speed limits.

I’m about to throw up.

 

We’re stuck in a cloud… all around is freezing white fog and mist.

I see almost nothing out the window. Probably all the driver sees too.

There’s an “almost” though.

We can see a dirty yellow line down the middle of the road in front of us, like, three feet of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But that’s it. That’s all that we can see.

We’re just… believing there’s a little more after that. That there hasn’t been a rock slide or a car accident or we’re about to rocket off the cliff.

 

This is my life.

I can’t see where I’m going. I can’t tell what’s going on.

But I’m believing He that blindfolded me for a reason.

The truth is, I can only handle so much.

‘Cause when I can’t, Jesus does.

 

The mountains I’m going to climb, I don’t have to worry about.

He’s taken care of it, and He doesn’t want me to stress over it.

Hence the fog. Hence the blindfold.

Hence the trust I’ve gotta have.

 

Things are crazy right now.

We’re moving. We’re adding ministries.

We’re continuing down a road we know God has called us to. We just don’t know where exactly this road leads.

 

I feel blindfolded to what’s going on. But I know there’s a reason.

I can’t see though the fog. But He’s holding my hand.

I’m closing my eyes. I’m not peeking.

 

But I still see Jesus.

Our ministry is not really ours…

Our ministry is not really ours...

So All May be Fed- both body and soul!

People have to eat.

As we have worked with indigenous missionary pastors, we  have been blessed to gain precious friendships. As we meet to pray with each other, we catch glimpses into their struggles.

Planting churches hours deeper into the jungle than where we live, it is hard to get Pastors. When they do get one, they don’t usually last long.  In addition to the culture change, hostile climate and primitive living conditions their sending churches want them to be growing and self sustaining.

And that my friends, is like trying to squeeze water from a rock.

These villages are far apart.  Often, the rains come in the night before the service and the river swells so canoe travel isn’t possible. Attendance is sporadic.

When the congregation tithes it is often in the form of yucca, bananas, and fruit.  A pastor and his family cannot pay bills with these, and they can only eat so much of it.  You can’t really add these tithes up in a dollar amount  to report to the office.

So the sending church begins to cut funding or removes it altogether and redirects the money somewhere that can meet the criteria.  Sometimes the Pastors stay in the jungle.  Sometimes they don’t.

And for the church planter this is heartbreaking.

Is this an area in which we can minister?

Yes, but not by riding in and “saving the day” by writing a check that serves as a band-aid. There is a time and place for emergency assistance, but this isn’t it.

We need a long term solution that functions independently of foreign missions.

We have researched permaculture, hydroponics and aquaponics.  Eric even has his own Pinterest account just to keep all the information organized. We have talked about it for years.  Now, it begins!

The goal is to give the people here the ability to have a self supporting church, by assisting Pastors and churches in developing aquaculture based system that provides food for the Pastor and his family, as well as the orphans and widows in the church.

There is still much to do, but we are so thankful for the opportunity to support the indigenous pastors in their work for the Lord.

We ask that you pray for this ministry: So All May Be Fed.

Romans 12:2

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Matthew 25:35

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA