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Good Day With a Good Bible Study

Posted by LaMoin on January 28, 2013 at 6:30 AM

We went to the offices of one of our church members this morning where Pastor Berens always has a Bible study on Mondays with the employees.  Bill taught today on John 3 and I Corinthians 6:19,20.  Among those present was a Hindu, a Muslim, and a Catholic.  After the Bible study was over, the member treated us to breakfast.

We left the Bible study and went to look at some buildings that would be good for the church to purchase.  We found one that would be great, but we don't know the selling price yet.  We really need to get the church into a building of their own so we are checking on some properties and praying that God will provide the need.

When Pastor Berens was taking us back to the hotel, we went past a new hotel that is much closer to the church.  The hotel is the Ibis, which is a budget hotel and cheaper than where we were staying.  It's not as nice, but we went back and checked outof the hotel and went to the Ibis.  We try to save as much of God's money as possible.  We are thankful that God provided this new place for us to staqy while we are in the capitol city.  I have exdcellent Internet service - and Fox News!!

It has been a good day!


Great Church Service and Fellowship

Posted by LaMoin on January 28, 2013 at 6:30 AM

We are still suffering from jet lag, but it is getting better. We arrived at midnight on Thursday, and since Tuesday morning at 2:00 a.m. until Thursday night, I slept about 7 hours. On Thursday night I felt like a dead woman walking. I am still waking up at 3 or 4 in the mornings, but at least I am feeling better.

I have had major frustrations with the Internet service here. It is the worst that I have ever experienced in Bali – and that means “Bad.” Really bad. The service is never good. It has been very trying, because I feel that the Internet is my only connection to the outside world!

Yesterday we took a taxi to our church meeting. We had spoken with Pastor Berens on the phone very briefly because the cell phone connection was so bad. (You people at home have so much to be thankful for.) We had a wonderful service with our church here in the capitol city area. This is the second church that we started, and Pastor Berens is a wonderful pastor. He and his wife, Jill, are just getting over the flu (yes, it struck here also). Many of the church members were out of church because of having the flu. I sure pray that God will protect us from getting sick.

After church a young couple who has been married for one month drove us in their car to their house where many of the other members met for a blessing on their house. We had a time of fellowship and refreshments, then Pastor Wayan left with the rented van to take the others home, and the young couple asked to take us back to our hotel. On the way, they treated us to lunch. We had a very good time with them. The young woman is a former Muslim.

We rested for a while and then Pastor Berens and Jill came for fellowship. They do not have an evening service since they are in a rented space which is available only for the morning service. We had a wonderful time of fellowship and discussed many plans for the future of the church. They expressed how they appreciate that we have come to offer encouragement and help to them. The work here in Bali is very discouraging at times for the national pastors. But they love the Lord and are loyal to His calling them into the ministry. They work hard at winning souls and encouraging the church. We are so proud of Pastors Berens and Wayan.


Our Trip to Bali

Posted by LaMoin on January 26, 2013 at 7:15 AM

           I always dread the long trip to Bali, and this time was no different.  I especially dreaded the 6:40 a.m. flight from Knoxville, but to get the best price on tickets, I had to accept theunforgiveable departure and arrival times.

            My daughter, Shaleen, and her family took us to Knoxville.  After we had dinner, they dropped us off at the hotel near the airport where we could get afree shuttle the next morning.  I took a“sleep aid” pill and went to bed early so I could get several hours sleep before the wake-up call at 4:00 a.m.  I still had trouble getting to sleep and then awoke at 2:00 a.m.  I tried, in vain, to get back to sleep as I watched Bill sleeping like a baby.  I knew that it would be about 35 hours before I would lie down again or be able to sleep – since I don’t sleep on airplanes, or even in cars while traveling.

            We dressed and I was making sure that I had my suitcases properly packed and locked.  I was checking my purse to be sure that I had my passport and travel documents in a convenient place.  I put my sunglasses in my backpack and realized that my reading glasses were not in my travel purse.  I started a frantic search!  I searched my backpack and purse three times– but no glasses.  I looked under the bed, in my suitcase, but my glasses were not there.  It couldn’t be possible that I had every other duck in a row, but my glasses were gone, and it was time to go to theairport.  I knew the Devil would shootsome arrows at us as we headed back to our work in Bali, but I didn’t expect them so soon.  As we walked out of the room, I was reminded of II Thess. 5:18, “In everything give thanks…”  Well, I must admit that it was a bit hard to give thanks, knowing that I would not be able to read for a long time, but I managed to thank the Lord for the missing glasses and ask Him to help me.  After we checked in at the airport, we were walking to the boarding gate and I saw a little shop that was open.  Was it possible that they would have some cheap, adequate reading glasses?  They did, and I bought some.  They would not be as good as my prescription glasses, but at least I could read with them.  I felt much better and thumbed mynose at the Devil.

            We had a quick flight to Chicagowhere we had to wait for almost five hours for our Korean flight to Seoul.  We have flown so much on Korean Airlines thatwe now have Elite status, so we went into the lounge where we enjoyed freecoffee, snacks, comfortable chairs, and big screen T.V. that was tuned to thenews channel.  Good – I could have mylast dose of negativity before leaving the country.

            We also enjoy priority boarding, sowe boarded ahead of the other long line of people and leisurely stowed our carry-on bags over our coveted exit row seats. The plane looked new and we were thankful for great seats for the 14hour flight to Seoul.  Across the aisle were three cute little Asian children about 2 and 3 years old.  They were adorable, but I had a gut feeling that all would not be well on this flight. My gut was right.  The kids wereall tired and the moms were traveling alone. As the time wore on, I felt sorry for all of them, but for myself most of all.  Even though I never sleep, Ialways entertain ideas of drifting off. But all hope of that disappeared as the kids and the moms got more tired.  When the kids weren’t screaming,they were using our area of the plane for a playground – and they were not using their “inside voices.” 

            Bill slept and watched movies.  He had his ear plugs inserted and couldn’t hear himself laughing out loud.  Do you know how embarrassing that is?  I just couldn’t handle that embarrassment along with the kids screaming, fatigue and the airplane food that should never come into contact with human mouths.

            When we landed in Seoul, we had thirty minutes to get to our connecting flight. Seoul is a big airport and when the plane landed, it taxied several minutes before getting to the departure gate. The minutes were ticking away as the seatbelt sign was finally turned off.  This is the time that a person must be very diligent, because you could be seriously hurt as the sound of seat beltbuckles click open and there’s a mad dash for the overhead bins.  After successfully getting our luggage without getting trampled or being knocked in the head, we finally exited the plane.  Then we had to go through security.  After getting dressed again,we started sprinting down the very long terminal toward gate 33.  We had about 5 minutes to make it to the other end of the terminal to catch our connecting flight.  There was no time for feminine grace.  The hardest thing was passing all of those jewelry shops and not being able to even look. Well, we made it.  We boarded the plane and was able to breathe again as we sat down in our seats.  And what do you think I felt?  A kid behind me was using the back of my seat for soccer practice!  I had already lost my glasses, been awake for 26 hours, barely escaped strangling three beautiful little kids, survived a forced march with full gear through the terminal in record-breaking time – and that did not give me an excited, tolerant, optimistic attitude!

            The plane was not full so we were able to change seats to more desirable ones just behind first class.  Of course, we had to move our carry-on bagsand stow them again.  We got into the seats and fastened the seat belts.  I thought, “Maybe I can sleep a couple of hours on this 7 hour flight on toBali.”  Then I felt it!  Kicking and pushing on the back of myseat.  I almost turned into a screaming, mad woman!  A small boy had nothing better to do than to kick my seat and to open and close his meal tray which was a constant annoyance to me.  I asked the flight attendant to tell him to keep his feet off of my seat, but it lasted until she was out of sight.  At one time, I turned around on my knees, looked over the back of my seat into those big, black eyes, and said, “Don’t put your feet on the back of this seat.”  But since he was Korean and didn’t understand English, I just succeeded in running up my blood pressure a bit more.  Then I starting reaching behind the seat and grabbing his foot.  I controlled the temptation to just bury my nails into that foot.

            To add to the already trip from Hell, the kid across the aisle started screaming!    I finally just gave up all hope and prayed for the sweet embrace of death! And you people think missionaries have such an exciting life just flying around the world. I am here to tell you that there is nothing exciting about flying!  It is a necessary evil that no well-meaning person should have to endure.

            We finally landed in Bali and the nthe mad dash began to beat the crowds to the place where we had to buy a visa and then rush to the immigration lines without killing or getting killed.  Such fun and excitement!  Then we went to the luggage conveyor and saw that all of our luggage had arrived!  Words will never describe the feelings of emotions over seeing our old, dirty, beaten-up suitcases on that conveyor.  We seized our bags, breezed through customs and saw our friend waiting for us.  As we walked toward the car in the heat and humidity, I had to thank God for a safe 35 hour, sleepless trip – with luggage – and no blood on my hands from the plane.

I Have Cut the Apron Strings

Posted by LaMoin on October 17, 2012 at 9:40 AM

     You know, a book is very much like a child. A mother gives birth, loves it, nurses it, coddles it, mends its wounds, watches it grow, tries to correct its imperfections, prays over it, tries to shape its future, etc. - but there comes that sad day when the book must leave home. With great anticipation, fear, apprehension, joy, sadness, and prayer - a mother must cut the apron strings, realizing that she has done all in her power to mold it, kiss it goodbye, and let it go.

     Yes, the time has come for my manuscript to enter its next phase to adulthood.  I pray that it will make me proud and be a blessing to many.

     Come along and journey through Kenya with me.  You will enjoy reading about our experiences of life-threatening illnesses, accidents, deaths, government coups, and faith shaking problems that could have destroyed our faith and ministry.  Please be among the first to get your copy of TIK - This is Kenya.


New Book - TIK: This is Kenya

Posted by LaMoin on August 6, 2012 at 2:20 PM

My new book is almost ready to send to the publishers.  It is about our ministry in Kenya.  Watch for the announcement that it is ready for sale!!

I Gasped for Air

Posted by LaMoin on August 6, 2012 at 2:20 PM

Did you ever wonder what it would be like to walk through an automatic car wash? I know that might sound crazy. I guess my mind operates differently sometimes, but I have wondered about it, as I have sat in the car while it was moving through the wash. I have thought, “What if something happened, and I had to walk out of here.” Go ahead – laugh at me. Well, I experienced something similar to being in a car wash – without the car!

This past month, we visited with our son, Greg, and his family in St. Louis, Missouri. My sweet daughter-in-law, Dawn, treated me to a spray tan. She had such a beautiful tan, and we remarked about it. I think she knew my thoughts – the sun hurts the skin. She smiled and said, “It’s a spray tan.” I asked, “What’s that?” I am sometimes uninformed on all of the latest beauty techniques. I always admire a lovely tan, but I have always tried to stay out of the sun, because it wrinkles the skin, and it causes cancer. I have never gone into a tanning bed either. The first reason is because I am claustrophobic. Second, because they cause cancer also. So, I remain “natural.” She asked me if I would like to try it. Sure, I’m open to new adventures.

Well, Dawn took me to the tanning salon, and told the receptionist what to give me. The girl took me into a small room with a big round machine. She instructed me about what I was to do after she left. I was to take off my clothes, and walk into that machine. She said, “It will talk to you.” Great – a talking machine telling me what to do. She showed me how to stand, so the spray would go evenly on all of my body. I first had to stand straight, turn slightly to the right, and strike the pose of an Egyptian dancer. My right arm had to be raised, and the palm of my hand straight up toward the side. The left arm had to be down, and out a bit, with my left palm straight up, and facing to the left. Then I had to reverse the positions. The machine would then tell me to turn around, and put both arms down, away from my body with my palms straight out, and facing down.

She asked me, “Think you understand?” Sure, I understood. At least I thought I did. She didn’t tell me to close my eyes and hold my breath. I suppose she thought any dummy would know to do that.

She left the room, and I undressed, and walked into that machine. I pushed the “start” button, and I waited. I felt a bit nervous and apprehensive. Nothing happened immediately. Then, suddenly, a spray hit me right in the face! I was stunned for a second! I quickly closed my eyes and held my breath – praying that nothing went into my eyes or my lungs. The spray traveled on down to my toes. I gulped for air, and tried to gather my thoughts. I didn’t know exactly what to expect next. By that time, I was a bit disoriented. The shock had messed up my memory on what poses I had to take. I quickly tried to take the Egyptian dance pose to the left when another spray hit me. At least I had my eyes closed, and I was holding my breath. I got all messed up in those poses. I turned around so it could spray my back, but forgot to put my hands in the flat position. It sprayed again – just like a car wash! I was gulping for air in between sprays and trying to remember those poses. I wanted to do this thing right, since Dawn was paying for it. I wanted to go out looking all brown and beautiful.

After the spraying stopped, nothing happened for a few seconds. Then that machine told me to turn to face the controls, and dry air hit my face and traveled down. It told me to turn around, and the air dried the back of me. Then it was over. My brain was reeling by this time, but I think that machine thanked me. I can’t be certain about that.

I dressed, and walked back to the waiting room, looking a bit less “natural.” Dawn asked, “How was it?” “Great!” But, at the same time, I was wondering if I got the most out of it, because I forgot all of those poses. It was a fun experience. I never want to get too old to try new things. But, recently I read in a magazine that spray tanning causes cancer!

I was washing clothes one day while Bill ran out to do some errands. After some time, I heard the garage door open, and I thought that he was home. Within a few minutes, he walked in.

“Why was the garage door up?” he asked.

“I didn’t know it was up. I haven’t been out. I heard it open, but I thought that you were coming in.”

“No, that’s when I closed it. It was open when I got home.”

Hmmmmm, now that made me a bit thoughtful. That night, Bill said, “I know why the garage door was up. You washed those pants that I had been working in, and the garage door opener was in the pocket.”

He always takes things out of his pockets, so I never check them before I put them in the washer, but that time, he had failed to remove the gadget.

“Does it still work?”

“We’ll see later.” It still works. Whew!

Our grandson has two more weeks of Marine boot camp. He graduates on August 24. These last two weeks are supposed to be rough. They have booted him around for 10 weeks already. He has 2 more weeks to go. Pray for his strength and endurance.

The Lord has been so good to us. There are too many blessings to count. I am grateful!

Holy Spirit Controlled Anger

Posted by LaMoin on July 18, 2012 at 7:25 AM

     Days like today sure proves to me that I am saved!!

     My daughter-in-law is away on a business trip and we are staying with our son and grandkids.  They have a nanny who comes during the day.  She has gotten on my nerves in the past, but today she stepped on the last one!  She took the boys to an amusement place today - planning to be gone all day.  Just before noon, Hunter (6) came through the back door and headed straight up the stairs to his room.  I called after him, "Hunter, why are  you home early?"  He turned and looked at me with a little puckered up face and tears in his eyes, "I don't feel good.  My head is hurting so bad." Then he rushed to me and started to cry and hold his head.  I hugged him,and he was burning up.  The nanny came through the door, and I said, "He's burning up.  Has he been out in the sun very long?"  "No, we were inside."  I took him to the sofa in the family room and laid him down, gave him some children's medicine to reduce the fever, and put an ice pack on his head.  He wanted to go to sleep, but I wouldn't let him.  I kept checking his pupils,but they were not dilated.  "Did he fall or hurt his head?"  "No."  I kept putting the cold cloths and ice on his head, then he got chilled and I covered him with a blanket.  After about half hour, I asked the nanny to bring me a therometer.  His temp was 102 degrees.  That's after the medicine had been working!  I didn't want to worry his mother while she was out of state and couldn't do anything.  My son was in meetings, but I called him and left a message.  Then I called their doctor - she was out, so the receptionist said she would have another doctor to call me.

     When the doctor called, I explained everything to him.  He said, "There's a virus going,around and it sounds like that's what it is.  I would be happy to see him, but I think that it's not necessary.  Just give him the tynlenol every four hours and if  he feels better and the fever goes down, then I think it is just the virus.

    About 4 hours later, I started to give him another dose of Tylenol, and that's when the Holy Spirit had to take control.  The nanny ( a middle aged old maid who never had any children) said, "Oh, it's not time to give him more."  "It's been four hours," I replied as I got the Tylenol ready.  "Oh, that's too much.  We didn't give him that much before."  "Janice, I read the instructions and that's the correct dose, and we did give him that much before."  She kept arguing with me.  Finally, I said, "Janice, I know what I'm doing."  She replied, "Well, I don't want to overmedicate him." Well, she stepped on my last nerve.  That's when I almost picked up a chair to aim at her head.  "Janice, I have raised three kids, and I have no intention of over medicating him."

     Later, I guess she got worried about her job, thinking that I would surely tell my son and daughter-in-law.  She came and said, "I want to apologize.  I was out of line and I'm sorry."  I said, "Forget it, Janice.  But I want you to remember that you take care of the boys, but I AM their grandmother and I have raised a family."  "I know, and I'm sorry."  Was I real spiritual?  NOOOOOOO.  I still felt like slapping her!  But, she did live and that was a victory - on my part!




Visiting with the Grandkids

Posted by LaMoin on July 16, 2012 at 9:55 AM

     Today is a beautiful, sunny day in St. Louis, and we are visiting with our son, Greg, his wife, Dawn, and our two grandkids, Hunter, 6 and Carter 5.  It has been one year since we saw them and the kids have grown so much.  I am thankful that I can have a few days with them.

     We received a letter from Pastor Berens in Bali.  He has asked for help to purchase some hymnals for the church that we started in Jimbaran.  He has a new member who can play the keyboard and has volunteered to play in the services, but he needs the music for the songs they sing.  Lord, willing, we will be able to help them purchase these needed books.

     I am working with a publisher for my third book - "This is Kenya."  I hope we can agreed on a deal so that my book can be in print soon and available for you to purchase.  Many people have been asking me for it, so I will be happy to tell them that it will soon be for sale.

     I am so grateful for our friend, Bob Barron, who has helped me with setting up my web site.  I am so miserable challenged in that area, so Bob has been wonderful to do the work for me.  Thank you, Bob!

     I hope you have a wonderfulday.  Hug your kids and grandkids if they are near, or call them and tell them that you love them.  Time is precious.  "Boast not thyself of tomorrow, for thou knowest not what a day will bring forth." 



Posted by LaMoin on July 13, 2012 at 8:45 AM

     I am referring to my website - not Jesus! :)  I lost my domain for a lengthy time, but thanks to our friend, Bob Barron, it has been reclaimed and reactivated. 

     I hope you will join me often to take a peak at what is happening in Life With LaMoin.  I will be posting recent newsletters to try to play catch-up in what we have been doing over the past several months.

     I am excited to share with you many experiences that God moves us into - and out of.:P  That reminds me of a little joke about a testimony night in a church.  The pastor asked for people to quote their favorite scripture.  An old deacon stood and quoted, "And it came to pass...."  The pastor was a bit puzzled and asked, "Why is that you're favorite scripture?"  The old man said, "Well, I think God that it didn't come to stay."  All things do come to pass.  Whatever trial you might be going through right now, just remember - "and it came to pass...."  I was just reading in Proverbs this morning where God said, "Boast not thyself of tomorrow, for thou knowest not what a day will bring forth." (Prov. 27:1)  I pray each morning for wisdom, strength, and grace to handle whatever the day might bring.  Whatever it is, God will eventually bring it to pass.

     I hope I can tickle your funny bone sometimes and bring a smile to your face.  You know, I also need encouragement, so I would love to hear from you via my e-mail address.  I hope you will feel like joining me as I sojourn through this life and share my experiences.  Pray for me, and I will pray for you if you will contact me.

     Smile today.  Frowning will cause wrinkles and won't change anything - except make you mad about the wrinkles!  Please know that our God is sovereign and nothing touches you that He does not permit.  And, if He permits it, it is for our benefit.  He loves us!  I will be traveling this weekend, so I won't be blogging, but I will continue next week.

     Have a wonderful day!! 


It's Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas

Posted by LaMoin on December 8, 2010 at 8:21 AM

I have not felt the "Christmas Spirit" yet......I guess because of the trip, jet lag, etc.  However, I awoke yesterday morning and it was snowing and my husband had a Christmas CD playing, and suddenly I was into Christmas.  I have been battling jet lag.....exhausted.....but I received a spurt of energy, and I immediately started making plans to put up the Christmas tree.  We had to go through the snow to our storage shed at the back of the property and pull out all of the Christmas decorations.  My granddaughter, Veronika, was with us.........her school had closed due to the snow........and she was a tremendous help.  She carried tubs of decorations to the house.  Well, you have all experienced this part of Christmas when the living room looks like it has just gone through a storm.  It looked chaotic with all the decorations setting all over the room.  We dragged the Christmas tree from the box and assembled it.  Bill put the Christmas wreath on the door.  It is the cutest.....with a boy and girl rag dolls which are motion activated.  I watched through the door later when the UPS man delivered some boxes and as he was setting them down, the wreath started singing, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."  He was a bit startled.  Anyway, Bill, Veronika and I got busy and had the tree up and decorated and other decorating done before 11:00 a.m.  It was fun as we worked together, listened to Christmas music, watched it snowing outside, and smelled the fragrance of cinnamon and cloves that I was simmering on the stove in the kitchen.  Like a flash, the tree was up, the storage boxes were carried downstairs to the garage to wait until after Christmas, and the house looked in order again.  Wow!  I felt such an accomplishment!  Then for a large part of the remainder of the day, I sipped coffee, stared at the tree, and listened to tons of Christmas music.  I looked at the tree and contemplated on the colors: the white star on top indicated the star that shone when Jesus was born, the white lights reminded me that Jesus is the light of the world and he said, "Even though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow", the red decorations reminded me that Jesus shed His blood to cleanse me of my sins, and the green artificial tree is indicative of the real evergreen tree that doesn't dye in the winter which reminded me that because Jesus was born, lived as the light of the world, and shed His blood to take away the sins of the world.........I have eternal life.......I will never die!  Praise God for Christmas!!!