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Two Actions=One Watch

Graduation watch

I lifted the side flap on the canvas lunch bag. The pocket was empty. I had stashed my phone, car keys and watch in there when we went to the beach. I unpacked the trunk of the car. Soggy, sandy towels, sandy beach toys, and sandy half-eaten lunches rounded out the contents. Where was my watch? I know I had put it carefully in this pouch, but now it was no longer there and no where to be found.

I dumped out my entire purse and pawed through wallet, receipts, gum wrappers and warm lip sticks. No watch! I guess it’s possible I put it somewhere else….but I knew I hadn’t.

We all showered the salt water off of our bodies, wrung out our bathing suits and got dressed for dinner. When I told my family about the missing watch, everyone jumped up and helped me search through the car trunk and under the seats, several times asking about the last time I had seen the watch. The watch had been given to me as a graduation gift from my family for finishing my degree just last year. It was special to ALL of us. My eyes filled with tears thinking that it might be gone forever.

The tide had been coming in when we had left the beach a few hours earlier. Upon arriving to the beach we had placed our towels about 100 feet from the edge of the water. By the time we left, it was a mere 5 feet away from our gear. No one remembered anything being left on the sandy beach. If it was on the beach, it was now under the salty water and undoubtedly ruined.

The only place it could be was the parking lot where we had left our car. “Let’s drive back before getting dinner. It’s only 15 minutes away,” my husband said. I was relieved that he had suggested it knowing how hungry everyone was and not wanting to delay our dinner any more.

We drove the 15 minutes in silence. I was silently praying for a miracle. When we arrived at the parking lot, three people on bicycles were resting at the entrance of the parking lot where we had recently parked. All three were in our way, in the exact spot where we needed to stop. Ken courteously waved them by and two of them moved on. The third person waved us through. Ken pulled in to the left of where we had parked our car. The parking lot was nearly empty. We all anxiously jumped out of the car, heads down, frantically scouring the ground for the watch.

At the same time, the woman on the bicycle came driving over toward us. “Are you looking for…..” Her sentence was cut off as I pounced on my watch, its gleaming silver edge protruding from the sandy driveway. The watch had been run over and was on level with the soil which was, thankfully, sand! I couldn’t even speak! I just held it out in disbelief and joy!! “I saw it just as you arrived“, the woman shouted, joyful as well that we found my prize possession! We yelled our thanks as she drove off.

Our eight-year-old grandson was so pleased and surprised. Unbeknownst to me, he and his Papa had prayed together that the Lord would lead us to the watch minutes before we departed on our search. He was able to see the answer to his prayer in 15 short minutes.

We prayed AND we looked! Two actions. What would have happened if we had only prayed? What if we had just looked? I’m not sure what the results would have been. Had we delayed even 30 seconds later the watch would have been innocently picked up by one of the bicyclists and carried home. We would never had known its story.

This reminds me about the woman in the Bible who had 10 coins and loses one. She lights a lamp, searches for the coin, then rejoices when she finds it. We don’t read that she prayed, but she looked and she celebrated as we did. Luke 15:10 says “In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” 

Every month several people groups receive the Bible, newly translated, in their own language. It may not previously been prayed over by the people, since they didn’t know what they were missing, but someone prayed over that language. Someone worked and gave them the ability to find out the way of salvation. It is theirs for the choosing. And when they find it, there is rejoicing in the presence of angels.

Thank you for making that possible. You do it month after month. Your prayers, your gifts, your hope, your action.

 

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I don’t doodle my husband’s name

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As I sat listening to a lecture on I John, I found myself doodling. I know from others more experienced in this art form that it doesn’t necessarily mean your mind is wandering. It actually increases focus and recall. I usually doodle a flower or a geometric shape, since I’m not really good or creative. That day, it was a Christmas tree, although the appropriate holiday was long past.

I used to doodle my husband’s name.

I met Ken the summer of 1982 while we were serving in Papua New Guinea for 10 weeks. After a month or so of conversation, we got “twitterpated” (see Thumper from the Disney movie) and by the end of the summer we pretty much knew we were going to marry each other one day. We separated and didn’t see each other but 3 more times before our wedding the following summer!

So in between our visits, we called each other twice a week (one call was his and one call was mine), and we wrote each other every day. Every. Day. Letters, cards, postcards…we wrote.

And, I doodled his name. Ken. Kenneth. Kenny. KJH. Kenneth Haugh. Ken Haugh. And later….Anne Haugh.

I don’t find myself doodling his name anymore. I was feeling kind of bad about that, but then I thought, I really don’t want to go back to 34-35 years ago. Thirty-four years ago, while I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Ken, we didn’t really know each other. For all the good and the bad times that cover that time period, I’d much rather have the “Ken and Anne Haugh” that exists now than who we were three decades ago.

We’re much more patient and tolerant of each other. We forgive faster. We fight less. We think more alike, yet still differ on so many levels! That’s good, even when it’s hard! I am who I am because of Ken. All the good stuff! I’m more confident and I’ve embraced my God-given gifts because of his encouragement. There is no one I trust more with my heart and life than Kenneth James Haugh. And I would fight to the death for that man.

I am so grateful for your prayers over us for so many years. Because serving God is more than our jobs. Serving God requires a good family life and an ongoing relationship with God. We’re still working on both.

 
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Posted by on March 7, 2017 in Anne, Ken

 

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Finally! Graduation

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It’s been a long time in the making, but Anne has finally graduated from college. On Friday, May 6, she received her B.S. in Communications with a concentration in Interpersonal and Organizational Communications.

We are so grateful for all who prayed for us and donated funds to make this happen. She graduated debt free. We enjoyed a weekend of celebrating with friends and family including a surprise visit from daughter Christine.

 

 
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Posted by on May 11, 2016 in Anne, Family, Uncategorized

 

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The Little Flower that Could

Most of us remember the story of “The Little Train that Could.” The popular children’s book recounts the story about a little train with a small engine. No one thought that was powerful enough to help the other engines, but he ended up saving the day.

While many of us have been told that we can do or be anything that we put our minds to, most of us know that there are some limitations to our dreams. When I was a young child, I want to be a firefighter. Actually, we didn’t even have that word in our vocabulary. There were fireMEN but you never heard of woman being firefighters. While many woman have broken that glass ceiling, I seriously don’t think I could do the job. I’m not that strong and my aversion to getting burned grew as I got older!

But still, it’s inspiring to see someone go for an audacious goal. Even if they don’t reach it, it inspires me to see people’s courage.

Which brings me to my flower garden.

2014 Flowers

2014 Flowers

Flanking our walkway that leads into our front door, we’ve planted low bushes and add colorful annuals to it each year. I like flowers that don’t need too much care. I’ll plant and water them, but they have to be pretty hardy to survive the southern sun that beats down on that area for 12-14 hours a summer day.

Each year, several seedlings from a previous years flowers appear. I love leaving them where God planted them and having them join the array of colors that I have chosen for that year. This year Torenia that I planted for Ken’s birthday party last year showed up in quite a few places. Red Celosia that I planted probably 5 years ago came back too. What’s funny, is that they did not show up the previous four years! Where were those seeds hiding?

And then come the New Guinea Impatiens. I remember planting them back about 2004 or so when we returned from Indonesia. Year after year a few show up. The color has changed on them, but there they are.

This year, I had a determined flower on my hands. Not content to share the

Tenacious little flower

Tenacious little flower

flower bed with the other flowers, this seedling sprouted several feet into our gravel driveway. I shook my head in wonder.

Since weeding the gravel driveway has mercifully fallen into my husband’s hands, I had to warn him that this green plant was a flower and that he should leave that one be.

“Let’s see how long it lasts”, I said.

Last week that crazy plant bloomed.

It wasn’t watered, loved or cared for, but somehow it made it through and now shows its glory.

I love that flower. Every time I walk into the house, I break into a smile and shake my head.

Be the one that survives

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All around the world today, there are communities struggling. Some are racing for new lands, some are trying to hold out in their own country to see if the horror that is war will finally pass them by. Some wait for children who were kidnapped months ago and still there is no word on them. Some plan their day so that they only drive on the roads during the safe hours.

These communities are waiting. They are waiting and many are blooming while they wait. In spite of the tragedies in their lives, they continue to strive to serve God and do His work day after day.

Thank you for allowing us to stand with them in a very small way and help them with their task of translating God’s Words into the language that God created for them.

 
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Posted by on September 10, 2015 in Anne, Bible Translation

 

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The Lawnmower gets me every time

Ah, Springtime! The birds are singing, the daffodils are blooming, and amazingly, the law already needs to be mowed! With Ken gone and days ticking by, I felt anxious to get the grass seed out so I could sprout some new grass. I don’t aspire for the most perfect lawn, but I do try to keep it looking decent. Hence a trip to Home Depot and I was ready to tackle the turf.

I dragged our fairly new push mower out from under the house. It hadn’t seen the light of day since the Fall. I prided myself on remembering to fill up the extra container of gas while out earlier in the day. I topped off the mower and gamely pulled on the starter string. Nothing. I pulled it again. Nothing. Five more pulls. Still nothing. With regret and quite a bit of crankiness, I put the machine away. Sigh….I need someone with a strong arm.

Two days later, armed with some knowledge of gas “going bad” when it sits too long, I removed all of the old gasoline and started with a fresh batch, expecting great things out of my little mower. “Things” like the sound of an engine turning over and seeing blades turn!

Silence.

To be honest, I wanted to drop kick the mower across the tall grass! I am not patient with machines that don’t behave. I don’t know how to fix them, I don’t care to learn, and I just want them to serve me at will. The machine bested me this time.

I dragged my rakes and grass seed to the road and furiously attacked the patchy areas. Moments later, my neighbor drove over on his riding lawn mower. He knew I hadn’t been able to get my mower started the first day. “Can I mow part of your lawn?” he asked.

Suddenly I found myself with tears slipping down from under sunglasses. Really? Crying about a lawnmower?

Not really. The offending tool was just the thing that put me over the edge for the day.

What really was bothering me was all the things in the world that I have no control over. Friends with cancer, family members with heavy struggles, my inability to be in two places at once and the frustration that comes with wondering if I’m in the right place now. It seems like every time I get an email, Facebook message or text, there is heavy news from a dear one. It just got to me today.

Meanwhile, Ken has started his second week in Asia. His work is arduous. He traveled to a new city and is working with a different group of people. We’re an organization that deals with languages, but sometimes the differences in culture and trying to get a new message across to a group can be rough going.

I always hesitate to fill him in on the stressors of home when he’s already got so much on his plate being on foreign land. There’s 12 hours difference in the time zones, and as I’m collapsing on the couch he’s up and taking off towards another day of serving. But today I needed my husband to give me a warm, virtual hug.

He can’t fix my problems. Neither can I. Neither can my kind neighbor with the riding lawn mower. But as he reminded me this afternoon, “All I can do is pray for you.”

Sounds good to me. Thanks for your prayers.

 
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Posted by on March 25, 2015 in Anne, Family, Ken

 

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It’s Arrived!

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Ken and I just returned from our second trip to Long Island, New York this month. What a glorious time we had with two supporting churches. Central Presbyterian Church, in Huntington, was Anne’s home church. We enjoyed getting to see friends from years ago, attend a birthday party and speak to an adult Sunday School Class. The long weekend culminated with us taking the train to the city to see the 9/11 Memorial Museum. Many people lost their lives from my home “neck of the wood”, specifically the son of a woman I always sat next to in choir. It was good to close out that time in our history.

Our second trip was to South Bay Bible Church in East Moriches. This was our second time to visit this church. From last year to this year, they have more than doubled in number which meant that we spoke twice on Sunday morning! This church has a group of people who meet daily (DAILY) at 7:00 am to pray for the church, its members and the community. I’m guessing this is a huge part of why they have grown. We felt so loved by both community of believers.

So…what has arrived?

During Ken’s portion of our update, he mentioned a new app for the Android phone. This app has 51 Bible Stories on it with wonderful accompanying media. It was created for bilingual translators. Here’s how it was recently introduced!

(Orlando, Florida, USA)—Wycliffe Associates, a global organization that empowers national Bible translators around the world, has launched a new, free app that makes Bible stories accessible to smartphone users worldwide.

Called translationStudio, the Android operating system app is available for download on Google Play.

“God’s Word in every language took a giant step toward reality as our translationStudio app was released for free download in the Google Play store,” says Bruce Smith, president and CEO of Wycliffe Associates. “This is just the beginning of developing a tool that puts Bible translation within the reach of Christians worldwide.”

Earlier this year, Wycliffe Associates tested the beta version of the app with translation teams working in some of the most difficult and dangerous regions of the world for Christians. Their feedback has been incorporated into the current release.

The translationStudio app features “Open Bible Stories,” a set of 50 fully illustrated Bible stories. “Open Bible Stories” has been released under Creative Commons’ Attribution Share-Alike licensing, which allows translation into any language, anywhere, at any time, and by anyone—without copyright limitations.

“Open Bible Stories” currently includes a collection of 21 Old Testament stories and 29 New Testament stories and provides a chronological overview of God’s relationship with humanity, from creation to redemption.

“In the coming months, we will have ‘Open Bible Stories’ loaded in at least 50 gateway languages, enabling people who are bilingual in any of these languages to begin translating these Bible stories into their own language,” says Smith. “Once local translators have completed the ‘Open Bible Stories,’ they can easily make the transition into a full Bible translation program. The Open Bible Stories method actually fits perfectly into the culture of many language groups that have a tradition of storytelling handed down through generations.”

The Resource section of the app provides information on key terms and how to overcome translation challenges, intended to assist local translators in creating translations that are clear, natural, and accurate. In addition, collaboration tools enable any number of people to work together, online or offline, to draft and revise their work for the best possible result.

“We are also working to load English source text for the entire Old and New Testament that will be licensed to allow immediate translation into any language, without copyright limitations,” says Smith. “All of this is available at no cost to the local church or their translators.”

The digital format enables the Scriptures to be published immediately and at very low cost through the Internet or by sharing memory cards.

“This project is not finished. It is really just beginning,” says Smith. “We need technicians, app developers, trainers, and Bible scholars to share in maximizing the benefit of these resources to the global church. We need financial partners to include this strategy in their stewardship priorities as a blessing to the world. We need partners to lift this up in prayer, seeking God’s continuing wisdom and guidance for everyone involved.”

We’re pretty excited about this particular tool we now have! Thank you for your support in making it possible!

 

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Posted by on March 16, 2014 in Anne, Ken, Wycliffe Associates

 

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