<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397</id><updated>2012-01-04T11:23:40.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE TO SET OTHERS FREE</title><subtitle type='html'>"Should we pass a verdict on a painting while the artist still holds the brush? How can you dismiss a soul until God's work is complete? "-MAX LUCADO</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-2729276258787959628</id><published>2008-06-05T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:41:00.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Well In Domnican Republic</title><content type='html'>Here is the video of the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FO-vsn9ucj4"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FO-vsn9ucj4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just one of many amazing things that happend on this trip,&lt;br /&gt;We were able to visit a Haiti village and deliver food to the widows in the area&lt;br /&gt;God also supplying the money for a pastor to receive a moder bike to help his ministry.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/SEiHWvzwf9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/lpOZVIuYF7U/s1600-h/CIMG1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/SEiHWvzwf9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/lpOZVIuYF7U/s200/CIMG1406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208561793914404818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off to the drug treatment center were 3 men's lives were changed by Christ,after I shared a story of redemption and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus answered, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again,but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said to him, "Sir, give me this water so that I won't get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water." John 4:13-15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-2729276258787959628?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/2729276258787959628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=2729276258787959628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/2729276258787959628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/2729276258787959628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2008/06/domnican-republic.html' title='The Well In Domnican Republic'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/SEiHWvzwf9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/lpOZVIuYF7U/s72-c/CIMG1406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-6109902205255648660</id><published>2008-05-08T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:39:27.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santo Domingo Needs a water well!</title><content type='html'>Well Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/SCORFL8SnNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QSD3DF5OzOw/s1600-h/dr-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/SCORFL8SnNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QSD3DF5OzOw/s320/dr-map.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198157913206725842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been home for just a short time and just can't seem to keep my feet on the ground. I am planing to leave to Santo Domingo ( Dominican Republic) to help a friend put in a water well for a community, a days drive west of the capital.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited! to learn a little bit of Spanish and go to a rural village again. Dominica Republic was the first place Colobus landed, and randomly enough a country with out citizenship...not belong any were so the only lively hood is to work in the sugar cane fields making less than 2$ a day. So I am excited to go and share a bit of were they truly belong a citizen of Christ and the Kingdom. I will be gone for about 10-15 days and if you would like to make a love donation I will give it towards a need we may come across like clothes, food or medication. Also toward the project of the well that is going to be put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/SCOQq78SnMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WcgSrZ56iU8/s1600-h/CRY+FOR+THE+NATIONS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/SCOQq78SnMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WcgSrZ56iU8/s320/CRY+FOR+THE+NATIONS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198157462235159746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I leave soon (Sunday) so call me if you want to donate. &lt;br /&gt;206-734-4692&lt;br /&gt;or you can donate online: &lt;a href="http://www.cryfoundation.com"&gt;www.cryfoundation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take lots of photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray covering for this trip would be amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Pray that we are able to get a free pump from the government&lt;br /&gt;.That we don;t go over budget to put in the well&lt;br /&gt;.That putting in the well goes smoothly&lt;br /&gt;.Protection in travels for us.&lt;br /&gt;."God" appointments to minster to the heart of the people there.&lt;br /&gt;.And for us to be sensitive to what God would like us to do while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-6109902205255648660?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/6109902205255648660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=6109902205255648660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/6109902205255648660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/6109902205255648660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2008/05/santo-domingo-needs-water-well.html' title='Santo Domingo Needs a water well!'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/SCORFL8SnNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QSD3DF5OzOw/s72-c/dr-map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-6782651672398968924</id><published>2008-03-26T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:14:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much friends for helping me get to Indonesia to express God's compassion; to share the store of Jesus to some that have never heard of His love.&lt;br /&gt;because of you 336 Kids received toothbrushes, over 500 people received health care help and 30 people gave their lives to the Lord not to forget most of them were muslum and 2 received healing directly from the lord. Also all of thess people received health care and bible teaching witch will empower them for the future. Here are some photos for you to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/photoshow/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" flashvars="userID=136459643&amp;amp;bgColor=0&amp;amp;bgColor2=0&amp;amp;transitionSpeed=20&amp;amp;transitionStyle=a&amp;amp;showCaptions=1&amp;amp;albumID=1471208" name="slider" align="middle" height="230" width="631"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon do a series of paintings to raise money for what God has asked me to do next with Him. But for now I am home in Seattle for the next 4 months. I will keep you posted on the Artwork Benefit Show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-6782651672398968924?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/6782651672398968924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=6782651672398968924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/6782651672398968924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/6782651672398968924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2008/03/slide-show.html' title='Slide Show!'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-7984000329231510041</id><published>2008-02-24T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:59:43.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Austrlaia!</title><content type='html'>Well friends, I am back in Australia a week behind schedule but I am back and outreach has come to a finish. I will be arriving back in the states in a week a bit ragged but full for stories.&lt;br /&gt;I was deep in the jungle in taja 2 weeks ago were I took apart I got to repair a water filter to bless the pastor we stayed with. And got to meet a lot of beautiful people from the Wamena Trible. But the highlight was Meeting a beautiful Muslim women during are home visits. As we walked into he dark shack we saw her lying on a mat on the floor she look 9 moths pregnancy because of chronic malaria and liver problems. She didn’t have long to live and there wasn’t any medical help we could really give her. So we ask to pray with her and asked if she new the storey of Jesus. She said she had never herd of him, my little heart broke. We shared the storey of Jesus life and asked if she would like to accepted him as her savor. To my surprise she immediately said yes! And after she prayed with us there was aglow in the room and it was coming from her. We continued to visit her for a few more days and praying for her. &lt;br /&gt;The pastor we stayed with continued to see her and we found out her stomach shrank a little and she was actually up throwing rocks at the cows from her front yard. I think that’s a good sign a miracle happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting together a little slid show to make up for the lack of photos on the page and will let you all know with in the week. Thank you so much for your prayers and I will see you all very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-7984000329231510041?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/7984000329231510041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=7984000329231510041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/7984000329231510041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/7984000329231510041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-in-austrlaia.html' title='Back In Austrlaia!'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-5902642936828244236</id><published>2008-01-28T22:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:12:03.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb   Americans!</title><content type='html'>I heard 3 horns, thinking we should hurry, as my team chows down fish from a side market on a stop over in a small island on are way to Baik. The next thing I know is we are running full speed as people left and right are rushing us and shouting at us, some little kids are even running with us!  I look up, seeing the steps to the ship being pulled up, so there goes our way onto our ship. So we get pushed in to what I think is a motor boat, losing my shoe as we clear a cement wall to hop in the boat. The whole village has now come for the show, shouting and laughing at us. The engine dies on the motor boat, it starts again praise Jesus and we attempt to hop from boat to ship still moving with all eyes on us. Then we are rushed to the captains office where are translator gets the 3rd degree. “Do you like Papuan Men? Next time I will leave you here and you will have to marry Papuan man!” he shouted. As we walk to the cabin in the ship trying to hold are tail between our legs, we bust up in laughter as we meet up with the rest of the team. All I can think is dumb Americans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outreach has been amazing so far, after are 24hr ship ride we have treated 4 or 5 villages and I have seen many smiling faces and God free so many people everywhere we have gone. I have see some heart reaching moments like a 7 year old boy with a blown ear drum because of abuse from his father; skin diseases that covered the whole body, a woman collapsing in the clink because of malaria, and 6 month old baby wrapped up in cloth drenched in sweat with a fever of 106.  But in all of these God moved in prayer and we were able to help with education and medication. I love our merciful God!&lt;br /&gt;We leave to the High lands soon to do a heath seminar with the village leaders teaching them things like how to give a safe prenatal care; sanitation and how to make outhouses, and discipleing them also in the bible and encouraging them. I can’t wait! Thank you for your prayers please continue to pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;Also I am still short on outreach fees and are teams bugget has been really tite if youu would like to give finaclly there is still a need about 300 is what is needed.  Two ways to give:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail:&lt;br /&gt;Stacy Parker&lt;br /&gt;PMB D23&lt;br /&gt;621 SR 9 NE&lt;br /&gt;Lake Stevens WA 98258-9400&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Preferred because of time) Online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Student of IPHC Stacy Parker&lt;br /&gt;http://www.reeftooutback.com/payments.aspx&lt;br /&gt;(This brings you to a secure website of are school and just writing my name on the donation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-5902642936828244236?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/5902642936828244236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=5902642936828244236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/5902642936828244236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/5902642936828244236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2008/01/dumb-americans_28.html' title='Dumb   Americans!'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-7686756380795237869</id><published>2008-01-28T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:52:07.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R57M0mFHFpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d6NSFco0jT4/s1600-h/family+aids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R57M0mFHFpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d6NSFco0jT4/s320/family+aids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160787426960414354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aids becomes real when you hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;Aids becomes real when you feel the bones beneath her skin&lt;br /&gt;Aids becomes real when you smell the sores rotting on her neck&lt;br /&gt;Aids becomes real when you see her 4 smiling children and her sick husband&lt;br /&gt;Aids become real…&lt;br /&gt;God becomes real as you pray with her&lt;br /&gt;God becomes real as you wipe the tears from her face and yours&lt;br /&gt;God becomes real as you see the beauty of her husband and her lying hand in hand with child curled up in the middle of them both.&lt;br /&gt;God becomes real as you smell His perfume fill the room blessing her with comfort&lt;br /&gt;God becomes real as you place groceries of her favorite foods on the table&lt;br /&gt;God becomes real…&lt;br /&gt;The comfort I find when there is nothing I can do, is knowing my God will welcome them in to heaven first. And that is the God I serve.&lt;br /&gt;West Papua has a growing epidemic of aids and 90% of them are never told they have it from the doctors, because of the stigma it carries. Some still believe that it is a curse from God But my God has different plans; people can still be freed as the enemy takes their flesh but their sprits will be with Jesus. West Papua needs doctors, dentist, educators and more welling hearts to come and serve these people with Gods “Love”. When will you come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-7686756380795237869?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/7686756380795237869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=7686756380795237869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/7686756380795237869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/7686756380795237869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2008/01/aids.html' title='Aids'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R57M0mFHFpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d6NSFco0jT4/s72-c/family+aids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-4816422769901403397</id><published>2008-01-11T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:21:49.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up in Indonesia.</title><content type='html'>Sellamat Sori! (good evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in Indonesia (West Papua) It has been quite an adventure. Busy roads with the sound of beeping horns and sometimes 4-5 people zooming by on one motorbike. Their version of fast food here is a man walking down a street, carrying two cases of donuts on one stick on his shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had an amazing clinic. We treated about 87 people in a nearby village. At the start of the clinic, while we were doing our teaching, 30 year old, Tinki, came with her two daughters. She was drenched in sweat and shivering, too weak to stand. A few of us rushed over to her. We suspected she had a really dangerous strand of Malaria. As we tested her for it, she shared with us her story. Seven years ago, she was physically blind, and a devout Muslim. But God healed her eyes and she saw again. She beieved that Jesus can heal, and he has been her Savior ever since. I checked her temperature and it was dangerously high. In between her telling us the story, she fell in and out of consciousness, having fits. I was really worried about brain damage, and we didn't have strong enough medication to help her. I asked her if she would go to the hopsital, and she spoke saying, her and her family live in the garden. And her husband recycles rubbish off the street. And that she has no money for the hospital. Our leader gave some of her own money to go buy stronger medication from the pharmacy. And we found a place for her to rest. We prayed with her for healing and I saw tears of pleading run down her face. My gut feeling inside is that only GOd can help this woman right now. I joined the rest of the team as we treated a wide range of sicknesses. TB, skin diseases, worms...but my mind was still on her. Lunch came around, and I made sure she and her girls had some food and water. I checked her temperature and Terrimikasi Yesus (Thank you, Jesus), her fever was completely gone! And she was able to eat. As I sat with her on the floor, thanking Jesus, my heart was overjoyed by the fact that we serve a loving GOd that saw her in the garden and brought her to us to be healed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-4816422769901403397?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/4816422769901403397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=4816422769901403397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/4816422769901403397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/4816422769901403397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-woke-up-in-indonesia.html' title='I woke up in Indonesia.'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-7043505235372153540</id><published>2007-12-31T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:20:14.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogei Bogei Namona! (Good Morning!)</title><content type='html'>It was the morning after Christmas and all through the base not a creature was stirring not even a gecko except the team of Primary Heath care workers.&lt;br /&gt;We hopped off the plane in Port Moresby by the grace of God with a visa for 60 whole days! And an expectation in our sprits for something great. We all piled in a van stacked on top of one another and the only thought in my mind is “ I have hopped inside a book!” &lt;br /&gt;As I turned each page seeing the streets lined with dark colored faces, women carrying bags on their heads and Beatle nut markets lining the streets. My heart started to pound as I realized God had really done it! Our team is here! &lt;br /&gt;The next chapter of the book starts at the village of Saroa, they invited us for the weekend. One hour out of the city we entered a new world, we were greeted with war crys and dancing and blessed with a feast. The village fought over who could house the white visitors. Between the bucket showers and amazing coffee I was able to sit and share stories with these beautiful people. They shared of the missionaries that had come before and the difference they made. God did so much that the picture of the pioneering missionaries still hung on the wall in honor. I learned that the village had been one of the first to receive the story of Jesus and had spread it to the neighboring tribes. Seeing this, God opened my eyes to seeing the difference it can make. I found that a lot of the youth had just recently come back to church and stopped living the city life. I felt moved to share my story of meeting Jesus, the story of the living water, and a new beginning, to encourage them in their new journey with God. &lt;br /&gt;We did skits, sang songs, and we were taught the true meaning of generosity. They said we were and answer to prayer and I believe God wants to bring more missionaries there. One of many miracles we saw were children with severe infection in their eyes. As the kids sat on our laps we prayed for them because we lacked the medication to help. The next day we hiked to the top of the mountain to see the whole village the kids followed and their eyes were healed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this last year with a bang as I watched fireworks go off from the roof top in PNG I thanked God for the miracle of earlier that day. We were struggling to get our visas into Indonesia but not only did God give us our visas on new years eve we personally got invited to sit and have a friendly chat with the head man at the embassy, with a smile of welcome, he blessed us with language books and our visas.&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing and tomorrow we head to a village by boat with small medical supplies and a lot of love. Then off to Indonesia by the 4th of January, to really start the medical journey.&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for us as we inter an Muslim country not speaking the language, and inter an even poorer nation. Pray for are health and safety and that God would use us in mighty and magnificent ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogei Namnona! (Good Night!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-7043505235372153540?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/7043505235372153540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=7043505235372153540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/7043505235372153540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/7043505235372153540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/12/bogei-bogei-namona-good-morning.html' title='Bogei Bogei Namona! (Good Morning!)'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-1890471757610511790</id><published>2007-12-25T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:51:59.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Salamat tinggal!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! I miss you all so much. &lt;br /&gt;We leave tomorrow morning at 4am to Fly to PNG! I am so excited, thank you for being willing to pray for our team and supporting me, I can’t do this with out you being apart of it.  Hopefully we will make a big impact and be a wonderful tool for Jesus to show his love and healing power. &lt;br /&gt;Pray that we can get over the boarder to Indonesia and the rest of are money comes so we will have enough money to stay the 2 months in Indonesia. Also for health and safety for are team.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write if I have Internet otherwise I will talk to you in February, sharing lots of stories of God’s goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;PS.  If you still want to give financially to are team, we need it and the info is below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-1890471757610511790?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/1890471757610511790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=1890471757610511790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/1890471757610511790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/1890471757610511790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-3230847768352550383</id><published>2007-12-19T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T02:33:25.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Siang (Good Day!)</title><content type='html'>Wow, Christmas in 7 days; that means I leave to PNG in 8 days! &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying hot cocoa by the fire, while I am celebrating this season with 90% humidity and about 80 kids running around, enjoying a summer camp the school puts on every year. It is a crazy but wonderful time. I get the privilege of watching so many youth come to understand the love of God and how they can hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;Also, all the churches in the area, including us, put on a huge reenactment festival by the water, called Stable on the Strand. The whole city comes and they hear the Story of Jesus and what the true gift of Christmas is all about; this year I am a caretaker for the animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R2jvj0MoXFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rsz4opK0mLk/s1600-h/Papua_New_Guinea_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R2jvj0MoXFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rsz4opK0mLk/s320/Papua_New_Guinea_map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145625972856872018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished the last bit of my study. Last week I got to stick one of my classmates with a needle and I also learned how to give out medication and vaccinations properly. I still feel a bit nervous about our mission trip but I know God will fill in the gaps where my brain has failed me. I get more and more excited about how we get to be a part of impacting a Muslim village with healing and compassion. God has blessed this trip so much already with mosquito testing kits (so we can treat malaria), top of the line wound care and toothbrushes to pass out to all the kids! The village is also getting so excited that we are coming to help; they keep contacting us saying how excited they are. I can’t wait to meet them. Hopefully I am able to put together a good video to tell the story of this trip, so I can share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have an urgent prayer request…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still short the money to pay for the mission trip, about $1154 AUS. I was able to finally buy my plane ticket today so I could join the team on the plane. But, the rest is for food, housing and transportation to get to the villages. Also, we buy all the medication and vaccinations to treat the villages we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R2jZGUMoXEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a69VPbdbAC0/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R2jZGUMoXEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a69VPbdbAC0/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145601276794920002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is Christmas, so I understand the craziness of the holiday. Think of it this way: if you donate even $10, you will be sending a healthcare worker to a child that is sick, providing medicine and a toothbrush! A child who otherwise would have never been able to get help. I feel like God really wants to bless these people in Irian Jaya by showing them they are important and loved, But he needs people to do this.  &lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our team and if you can, give. The need is great since we fly out in 8 days (dec 26th). But if you are unable or have already given, prayer is more powerful than money! I believe God will provide a way. And if I haven’t said it enough, I am so grateful to all of you for praying and reading and just being a part of this. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Terima kasih&lt;/span&gt; (Thank you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Two ways to give: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail: &lt;br /&gt;Stacy Parker &lt;br /&gt;PMB D23&lt;br /&gt;621 SR 9 NE&lt;br /&gt;Lake Stevens WA 98258-9400&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Preferred because of time) Online: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Student of IPHC Stacy Parker&lt;a href="http://www.reeftooutback.com/payments.aspx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.reeftooutback.com/payments.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This brings you to a secure website of are school and just writing my name on the donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! I will hopefully be able to send you another letter before we fly off! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Selamat&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Good-Bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact: Candy Canes are a good source of protein!….just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-3230847768352550383?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/3230847768352550383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=3230847768352550383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/3230847768352550383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/3230847768352550383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/12/selamat-siang-good-day.html' title='Selamat Siang (Good Day!)'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R2jvj0MoXFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rsz4opK0mLk/s72-c/Papua_New_Guinea_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-204648658970834256</id><published>2007-11-26T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:47:02.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class In the Rain Forest!</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a while, sorry about that friends.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened this month!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R0u7pnllpUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VG562SuHIE4/s1600-h/S5000715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R0u7pnllpUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VG562SuHIE4/s320/S5000715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137406123621852482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We studied Anatomy and the teacher decided the best way to learn was hands on. So I found myself dissecting a sheep’s heart and liver. I was fine until, one of the boys on the team decided to squeeze the heart between his fingers, I became the palest shade of white and almost hit the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also two ladies that came in to speak on leprosy; both of them had lived in India for over 7 years. As they shared we learned that there is so much injustice in India because of their belief systems about the poor and sick. It is thought that having Leprosy is punishment for something they did in there past life, the gods cursed them.  It breaks my heart to hear such a lie in a culture. (And I know the places we are going struggle with the is similar outlook on Aids.) Leprosy is also not that contagions if you are a healthy person and the dieses can be cured, a lot of the time people are to afraid to touch them when it shouldn’t be the case. One of the ladies shared a bit of her storey, as tears came rolling down my eyes, she told us her husband and 2 sons were burned alive because of there faith in Jesus and the work at the Leprosy hospital. She also, publicly on TV, spoke forgiveness to the killers, that are still unknown. If that doesn’t speak of the power of Jesus I don’t know what does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R0u8WHllpVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/y0NPMQRlyX8/s1600-h/S5000970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R0u8WHllpVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/y0NPMQRlyX8/s320/S5000970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137406888126031186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, to top of the month are team had a week of teaching in a tropical rain forest! We studied eyes and nose next to a waterfall. And on Thanks Giving I was praying in the trees and a wild turkey came running past me, I laughed so hard, how ironic is that moment. I know God has a sense of hummer. I was also able to learn how to waive coconut leaves together to make baskets from my Tongan friend named Isaiah; naturally I made it into a purse and used it all week. I could defiantly live in the rain forest for a long time along as I had the waterfall, are bucket shower was a challenge but fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful update: over 700$ has come in for Outreach! I will know the full amount soon (thank you Jesus! and to those of you that give and for your prayers) &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for praying for are leader as well, God has healed her and threw this she is getting to talk with a specialist that will help us find good medication to treat the people in Papa New Guinea and Irian Jaya, were she contracted malaria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact: To loosen wax or other foreign objects from your ear use warm cooking oil then, a few min. later flush it with warm water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-204648658970834256?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/204648658970834256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=204648658970834256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/204648658970834256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/204648658970834256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/11/class-in-rain-forest.html' title='Class In the Rain Forest!'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R0u7pnllpUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VG562SuHIE4/s72-c/S5000715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-8007285821466511607</id><published>2007-10-28T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:04:09.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Deliverd a Baby Doll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highlight of this week…I got to deliver a Child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly in class while learning mother and child health, my teacher became pregnant with a 3 pound plastic doll and I had to act fast.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the birthing kit we had learned how to make with a rope, blankets, razor and soap. I asked some one to go boil some water and then began…wow who knew all my years of watching “ER” would come in handy.  After cutting the umbilical cord and cleaning the child, I was able to breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RyV3ouOchCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-kwAh-aQB4A/s1600-h/S5000659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RyV3ouOchCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-kwAh-aQB4A/s200/S5000659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126635292318270498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also learned how to treat pregnant mothers in underdeveloped countries, along with treating Anemia (lack of iron in the diet), teaching mothers good practices after the child is born and how to keep them from getting sick. &lt;br /&gt;In Papa New Guinea we may be treating a lot of mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also attending an "Intimacy with God" work shop; it has been a real treat to hear a really amazing speaker from NZ named Aaron Walsh. Through the teaching God has been addressing a lot of my deepest desires to draw closer to him.  I have been learning so much about how powerful it can be to pray from the heart and how it draws you even closer to him. God created us for pleasure (a relationship with him) and just like smell we don’t actually need it. Aaron then spook about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mathew 7:7&lt;/span&gt;, the scripture talks about how if we just ask the door will be open to us, basically God will answer your prayers but what he doesn’t say is the time and how he will, but he does give us a promise in the scripture that he will answer and won’t deny us the desires of our heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prayer requests:&lt;/span&gt; Outreach funding to come in $2500 and the rest of my school fees, and for my teacher to become well. Ironically enough she came down with dengue fever and malaria this week after learning about it in class. And for me to have a continued fever to learn and draw closer to him so I can serve the people well in Papa New Guinea and Irian Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact: Some developed countries believe that placing manure on the umbilical cord is a good practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-8007285821466511607?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/8007285821466511607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=8007285821466511607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/8007285821466511607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/8007285821466511607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-deliverd-baby-doll.html' title='I Deliverd a Baby Doll!'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RyV3ouOchCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-kwAh-aQB4A/s72-c/S5000659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-4476961146756271863</id><published>2007-10-12T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:32:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Palm Island..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/Rw90YxCfSRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s8TSH_6q048/s1600-h/S5000628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/Rw90YxCfSRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s8TSH_6q048/s200/S5000628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120439270173002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine hopping on a plane no bigger than a 6 seater. The door shuts behind you and you realize you are the only light skinned foreigner The engine starts and the hole plane starts to rattle. LIFT OFF! your off the ground and blue-green water is below you and island after island, you feel as thought you are flying in a tropical post card! 15 mins later you see this small , very SMALL strip of land the some-what resembles a landing strip. Turbulence hits the plane threw the hills and you hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off the plain being greeted by a familiar face and her 2 beautiful boys. Lindsey (Old DTS friend) has started a youth ministry, something God spook about a year ago, to keep the kids out of trouble and love on them with the love of Jesus. I was able to serve dinner and play ball with 24 familiar faces that have grown a bit taller since last summer. I was able to pray with some of the most amazing Island &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/Rw90xxCfSSI/AAAAAAAAADE/9I0d9GSaaoI/s1600-h/S5000636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/Rw90xxCfSSI/AAAAAAAAADE/9I0d9GSaaoI/s200/S5000636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120439699669731618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worriers.&lt;br /&gt;I always fall in love with this Place. For those of you that have never heard of Palm, It use to be a place were "criminals "( not really) "Hafe -casts" (white and black) there also use to be a leprosy colony just  across the water and people were not considered valued to the rest of Australia , 40 different tribes live here not native to western living but forced by many.&lt;br /&gt;They a beautiful warriors and God is restoring these beautiful Island people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-4476961146756271863?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/4476961146756271863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=4476961146756271863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/4476961146756271863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/4476961146756271863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-palm-island.html' title='Back To Palm Island..'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/Rw90YxCfSRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s8TSH_6q048/s72-c/S5000628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-4989197861555071868</id><published>2007-10-02T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:48:00.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Class!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RdqAXpMNijI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JcpADpAXPqY/s1600/Isaiah-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RdqAXpMNijI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JcpADpAXPqY/s1600/Isaiah-42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because of jet lag I am now finely a morning person ( but promptly not for long).  We had are first day of lectures and are school leader spoke about Gods heart for heath care in the Bible (there are so many scriptures) and then explained the background behind Primary Health and how it started. Did you know that it was started with the intention of bridging the gap between wealthy communities and the poor, to help basic needs at low cost or no cost.  I also found that 7 out of the most deathly killers in poor communities, we can actually heal or prevent with basic help! It gives me hope when I hear about all the death tolls and sickness percentages around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about this place, I feel like I am sitting on Jesus lap just waiting for the next thing he wants to say and taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Random Fact: Head lice dislike the smell of Lavender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-4989197861555071868?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/4989197861555071868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=4989197861555071868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/4989197861555071868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/4989197861555071868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-day-of-class.html' title='First Day of Class!'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RdqAXpMNijI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JcpADpAXPqY/s72-c/Isaiah-42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-3141520085194329345</id><published>2007-06-05T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:39:04.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Work For Missons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQYOYHLZSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s8hXvjSzoMs/s1600-h/Water+color-Bob+Dylan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQYOYHLZSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s8hXvjSzoMs/s400/Water+color-Bob+Dylan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094723713732666658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bob Dylan"&lt;br /&gt;Material: Water Color&lt;br /&gt;Price: SOLD&lt;br /&gt;9x11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQaPoHLZTI/AAAAAAAAACY/cdvEEtp_Ecc/s1600-h/Burning-Bush_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQaPoHLZTI/AAAAAAAAACY/cdvEEtp_Ecc/s400/Burning-Bush_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094725934230758706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQXbIHLZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/r2M4uXxZWqw/s1600-h/Burningbush_web-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQXbIHLZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/r2M4uXxZWqw/s200/Burningbush_web-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094722833264370962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burning Bush"&lt;br /&gt;Material: Acrylic&lt;br /&gt;Price: SOLD&lt;br /&gt;22x30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(side view to show raised paint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQXEoHLZPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/11QMdX9ShMs/s1600-h/Storm_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQXEoHLZPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/11QMdX9ShMs/s400/Storm_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094722446717314290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Storm"&lt;br /&gt;Material: Acrylic&lt;br /&gt;Price: SOLD&lt;br /&gt;24x36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQUu4HLZKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8ST7dqcA-eU/s1600-h/Wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQUu4HLZKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8ST7dqcA-eU/s320/Wind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094719874031903906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wind"&lt;br /&gt;Material: Acrylic&lt;br /&gt;Price: SOLD&lt;br /&gt;18x24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am thinking up creative ways to raise money to go back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  &gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; to take a school called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  &gt;Primary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Health Care School. I will be going into poor areas teaching heath care to cut down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  &gt;diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; / death, also treating them and being the love of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  &gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; with my hands. It is costly to go overseas and I will be gone for at lest 6 months.  So, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  &gt;offering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; to sell artwork, doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  &gt;custom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  &gt;paintings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  &gt;sketches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. If you like what I do and want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  &gt;support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; me lets talk and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  &gt;ma bey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  &gt;create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  &gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  &gt;customarily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  &gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; for you and you will be apart of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  &gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; much bigger than me or you....the work of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;  I leave in September of 2007 , so contact me soon!&lt;br /&gt;Contact Info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Justlovepeople@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to know more about the school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.reeftooutback.com/phcs.aspx"&gt;CLICK  HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or If you would like to read about the last Misson Trip to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://stacyparkeraustralia.blogspot.com/"&gt;AUSTRALIA CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-3141520085194329345?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/3141520085194329345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=3141520085194329345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/3141520085194329345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/3141520085194329345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/06/art-work-for-missons.html' title='Art Work For Missons.'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RrQYOYHLZSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s8hXvjSzoMs/s72-c/Water+color-Bob+Dylan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-6381105172844917866</id><published>2007-03-27T16:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:25:34.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy Latte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I caught myself in a predicament today.&lt;/span&gt; I had scheduled a meeting to sign papers on an apartment that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t afford &lt;/span&gt;(but I knew I was support to move in to) and I only had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;320$&lt;/span&gt; in the bank and need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;875$ by 1pm&lt;/span&gt; the next day. So, I started looking at my options: talk to the manger and see if I could give her the money on the 1st (in a few days) and hope that I some how come up with the money by then. Or go to Money Tree and get a loan on my income tax refund, that was coming but a month to late, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay 85 $ for the loan…grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed because I wanted to do the right thing and I knew the apartment was a God thing. I barley heard Him say,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wait”&lt;/span&gt;, But the voice felt so faint because I couldn’t see how I was going to come up with the money. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So,un-faithfully I waited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later that afternoon,&lt;/span&gt; a guy from Progressive Auto Insurance came by to talk to my friend and me. (I got rear-ended the week I got back from Australia and had been seeing a chiropractor for whiplash) After talking with us about the damage, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he hands me a check for 700$&lt;/span&gt; and says hey will pay for the chiropractor too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God came threw, in the most creative way! &lt;/span&gt;I never saw it coming from that angle.&lt;br /&gt;But it gets better, I went to the bank to cash the check and the lady at the bank said she was going to have to put a hold on the check. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Crap!”&lt;/span&gt; Because it was hand written and for a large amount. I told her the reason I need the money and if she could call my branch and talk to them, for a character reference. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She cleared the check&lt;/span&gt; and gave me the exact amount for the apartment&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 875$ in cash&lt;/span&gt;. The laid at the bank strongly urged me not to pay cash for the apartment. So, I went to Safeway to get a money order, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there was another problem&lt;/span&gt;. I only had exact cash for the money order and not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.78$ fee&lt;/span&gt;. The teller was very helpful thought, she said if I had my debt card we could just pull out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5$&lt;/span&gt; and I wouldn’t have to buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So there I was&lt;/span&gt; with a money order for the exact amount and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.10 $ + some pennies in my hand&lt;/span&gt;. We all have are normal drinks at Starbucks, mine on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“spoil me day”&lt;/span&gt; is a Soy Latte and on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“your broke day”&lt;/span&gt; is a Americano. I walk in to Starbucks and hoped that I would have enough for a Soy Latte to celebrate and I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just enough 3.10$!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwfa.org/images/content/sbcup-lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cwfa.org/images/content/sbcup-lg.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I know&lt;/span&gt; that some of you are thinking this is just chance or random circumstances. But I know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Father in knows me so intimately&lt;/span&gt; that He knew I would want a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soy Latte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad we have a God that chose to be involved in are lives&lt;/span&gt; and not absent. How hopeless would it be to live in a world like that or a state of mind? I asked Him why He keeps coming threw for me, even though I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very little faith&lt;/span&gt; in Him at times. He said in that same voice in my head, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Because you are learning to trust me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-6381105172844917866?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/6381105172844917866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=6381105172844917866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/6381105172844917866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/6381105172844917866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/03/soy-latte_6174.html' title='Soy Latte'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-8092281182698932849</id><published>2007-02-19T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:03:37.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free To Set Others Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RdqAXpMNijI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JcpADpAXPqY/s1600-h/Isaiah-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RdqAXpMNijI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JcpADpAXPqY/s400/Isaiah-42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033476677222369842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Medium: Acrylic and Sharpy Marker)&lt;br /&gt;Scripter: Isaiah 42&lt;br /&gt;6 "I, the LORD, have called you in righteousness; &lt;br /&gt;       I will take hold of your hand. &lt;br /&gt;       I will keep you and will make you &lt;br /&gt;       to be a covenant for the people &lt;br /&gt;       and a light for the Gentiles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 to open eyes that are blind, &lt;br /&gt;       to free captives from prison &lt;br /&gt;       and to release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 "I am the LORD; that is my name! &lt;br /&gt;       I will not give my glory to another &lt;br /&gt;       or my praise to idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 See, the former things have taken place, &lt;br /&gt;       and new things I declare; &lt;br /&gt;       before they spring into being &lt;br /&gt;       I announce them to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-8092281182698932849?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/feeds/8092281182698932849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3870383527356200397&amp;postID=8092281182698932849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/8092281182698932849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/8092281182698932849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/02/free-to-set-others-free.html' title='Free To Set Others Free'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/RdqAXpMNijI/AAAAAAAAAAg/JcpADpAXPqY/s72-c/Isaiah-42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3870383527356200397.post-849335075744817667</id><published>2007-02-18T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:40:50.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Readers</title><content type='html'>I have currently changed this site to house more than just Austrlaila's misson trip sence there will be more to come.&lt;br /&gt;So if you would like to read about Auatraila please click on the link to the right called : Mission DownUnder (Austraila 06')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3870383527356200397-849335075744817667?l=stacyparker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/849335075744817667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3870383527356200397/posts/default/849335075744817667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyparker.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-readers.html' title='Dear Readers'/><author><name>Stacy Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08067285101292466498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wGIpABrN9RQ/R1UuSkfDHJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oN4DY4eNgCk/S220/hamock.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
