Category Archives: Family
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.
Why did the cannibal get sick after eating the missionary?
You just can’t keep a good man down.
(So corny…but sent to us by a friend!)
P. S. Ken has arrived in Orlando for two weeks of counseling with furloughing missionaries. His colleague arrived yesterday but is in the hospital under observation for some heart problems. Please pray for them BOTH! Pray for wisdom for doctors and peace for Ken as he’s on his own for the time being. Thank you.
The letter went out. With advice and encouragement from those who know us and love us, we asked if you would like to partner with us to rid ourselves of a 5 digit medical debt.
Oh, how the floodgates opened! The whole debt should be cleared by August! How we wish we could hug each one of you. Each of you, no doubt, have a story of how God moved in your life to send your hard earned money in to help us in this way. Below is just one of them from one of our supporting churches.
Ken & Anne,
Your relationship is dear to us. The news of your financial need touched us. The question wasn’t should we give. The question was how much can we give? The question was, where will the money come from? Do we have any money?
Perhaps by now you received our check or will soon. Of course better than any gift is the story behind the giving. Let me try to briefly tell ours.
Two times a year we open our doors to “the least of these”. This past December we opened our doors to the homeless for the second time. Sometimes our community doesn’t like it when we open our doors. Fear of our guests loitering, stealing, or safety issues abound.
This time two ladies from our community stopped by to drop off two coats for our guests to have. They were no ordinary coats. They were full length fur coats. It seemed inappropriate to pass out these coats because, for one reason, they were heavy and the thought of wet snow on them caused a legitimate concern that these jackets would weigh them down. Instead one member took them to a furrier for appraisal. Each coat was valued at $500 or more.
We just sold one! We just gave you what wasn’t even ours. Yet the joy of giving was great. We matched it with another $500 we raised to make our gift $1000, which perhaps your donor will match to $3000.
A long story but worth sharing of how God met our need to give. How God honored your prayer of need. How you have not if you ask not. All of us were touched by God’s grace somehow.
God’s Grace. We have felt both His and your grace in our lives this month. It is a story worth retelling!
As I unpacked our bags from our recent trip to Michigan, I noted some wear and tear on our 26-year-old “shoe bags.” We use them for our shoes but that is not their original purpose.
Ken and I joined Wycliffe Bible Translators (WBT) in August of 1990. WBT provided us with extensive preparation so that we could successfully live long term in a different culture. One of those requirements was something called Field Training Course (FTC). For those going to Asia or South America, we traveled first to Texas and then to Mexico. For three months we lived in cabins, camped outdoors and stayed for a month with a host family in Mexico. It was “the best and worst of times” as they say.
Wycliffe gave us a list of items that we needed to bring to FTC and a weight limit on those items. One of the requirements was to bring 10 cloth bags that could be closed at the top with a string, just like a hooded jacket. For those who know me (Anne), I don’t sew. So this requirement caused me a bit of stress.
“No problem,” said several ladies from Christ United Methodist Church of Fraser, Michigan. “We’ll make them for you.”
And they did. Ten bags, some grey, some blue, some pink, were handed to us before we left on our adventure.
While their original purpose was to carry food on long over night hikes, they eventually morphed into bags that would protect our shoes. Those bags have traveled with us for over a quarter of a century! Every time we use them, we think of those who made them.
We just returned from a trip to Michigan where we were able to speak at Christ United Methodist Church. At the end of the service, the pastor called the leadership to the front of the church, along with a special group of people who have met and prayed for us once a month for 27 years (!), and they recommitted their partnership with us. Our heads were anointed with oil, and as the pastor prayed for us we heard “We’re with you, we’ve been with you, we’ll continue to be with you. We’re committed to Bible Translation.”
What a joy to have such a great group standing with us! If you’d like to partner with us financially or by receiving our newsletter and praying, please click on this link! Come join our team!
Everyone parent and every child knows “the Look.” You know, when the child is fidgeting in church and you turn to them and “look” at them? Or maybe it’s at the dinner table! Everyone is holding hands so you can pray and then two kids start arguing because one is squeezing the hand of the other too hard? They get “the Look” from the parent.
Cut. It. Out.
It might look like this:
When my dad gave me “the Look” or when my husband gave our girls “the Look” they usually stopped what they were doing immediately and settled down. While each of us love our children immensely, sometimes we don’t love their behavior. “The Look” gets them back on track.
In John 18, we read the account of Peter who denies Jesus three times when asked if he was a follower of Jesus. The book of Luke (22:61-62) records that Jesus “looked straight at Peter” after he refused to admit three times to others that he was a follower of Jesus.
The difference between my parenting look and this look of Jesus was that this was not a gesture of condemnation. Instead, it was one of complete love and of one who knew Peter’s heart. He knew that Peter loved Him deeply, he knew that Peter would deny Him (he had warned him), yet he still loved him.
What struck me again was the difference between Peter’s remorse over his sin and Judas’ actions after he had turned Jesus in. While Judas immediately ran out and hung himself, Peter didn’t. He wept bitterly, but he still came to the place where Jesus was hung on a cross. We know from later chapters and church history that Peter went on to be a great leader and writer in the church.
Why the difference?
Because one had a relationship with Jesus and the other didn’t. Judas hung out with Jesus and looked like he was a disciple of Him, but his heart had never really changed. He was the same sinful Judas, whereas Peter spent the same amount of time with Jesus and had a changed life. Yes, he was loud and impulsive (sounds like me) but little by little, he turned different areas over to the Lordship of his Savior.
We don’t have the privilege of physically walking and talking with Jesus, but we do have the Holy Spirit with us here on earth who guides us as we have a relationship with the entire Trinity.
We have been given God’s very words to read and study so we can learn from people like Judas, Peter, and even Jesus Himself. That’s why we are committed to getting God’s Word in to the hands of the Bibleless people of the world!
Who will you be today? Choose to be a Peter…a follower…a sojourner. Then when you get “the Look” you’ll know it is one full of love, not condemnation, and you too can look forward to the day when you see Jesus face to face.
We were gifted a few days at the beach last week, so I practiced my doodling while walking alone one morning.
Thanks for praying as Ken spends two weeks in our Orlando, FL office. He’ll be serving our members who are on furlough as they get refreshed and cared for at our home office.
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.
There is a popular television show running (which I’ve never seen). It’s title is This is Us.
As I sat and read what our partner Wycliffe Associates accomplished last year, which included the work of Ken, I thought, “No, THIS is us.”
Your prayers and financial support allowed Ken to take a multitude of trips in order to support our national Bible Translators. Together, much was accomplished.
Here are the stats:
Currently Accelerating the work of Bible translation in 76 countries
Last year mobilized 7,097 volunteer and staff members to advance the cause of Bible translation throughout the world in 76 countries
Installed 544 Bible Translation Acceleration Kits (BTAKs) in 48 countries for 788 language communities since started installing BTAKs
315 new translation projects started in 2016 using Mobilized Assistance Supporting Translation (MAST) workshops
Improved hundreds of facilities for Bible translation around the world