BEYOND MEASURE
"OUR DEEPEST IS NOT THAT WE ARE INADEQUATE.
OUR DEEPEST FEAR IS THAT WE ARE POWERFUL BEYOND MEASURE. IT IS OUR LIGHT, NOT OUR DARKNESS, THAT MOST FRIGHTENS US.
WE ASK OURSELVES: WHO AM I TO BE BRILLIANT, GORGEOUS, TALENTED, FABULOUS? ACTUALLY, WHO ARE YOU NOT TO BE?
YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD. YOUR PLAYING SMALL DOES NOT SERVE THE WORLD.THERE IS NOTHING ENLIGHTENED ABOUT SHRINKING SO THAT OTHER PEOPLE WON'T FEEL INSECURE AROUND YOU. WE ARE ALL MEANT TO SHINE, AS CHILDREN DO.
WE WERE BORN TO MAKE MANIFEST THE GLORY OF GOD IN US. IT'S NOT JUST SOME OF US. IT'S IN EVERYONE.
AND AS WE LET OUR LIGHT SHINE, WE UNCONSCIOUSLY GIVE OTHER PEOPLE PERMISSION TO DO THE SAME. AS WE ARE LIBERATED FROM OUR OWN FEAR, OUR PRESENCE AUTOMATICALLY LIBERATES OTHERS"
(Marianne Williamson - and quoted by Nelson Mandela 1994 at his inauguration!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Back in Germany
Thursday, July 26, 2007
my quote for the day!!!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
My interview on the weekend
Monday, July 23, 2007
oh my goodness!!!!!!Packing fever :(
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Nervous....
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Faith makes things possible NOT easy!!!
Thank you my dear Lord for bringing all these people into my life! Thank u for helping me trust when I am worn out and overwhelmed! Thank you for helping me to focus on YOU and be with you my dear dear Lord Jesus!I so love you!!!! ur little sunshine princess
Monday, July 16, 2007
Prayer requests inthis time
25 $ per month?
To meet this number I would need a total of 53 people who could commit to give 30 $ every month, 66 people who could commit to 25 $ a month or 83 people who could commit to give 20 $ per month. If you feel led to commit to give either 20, or 25 or 30 $ a month to my ministry in Cape Toen, feel free to contact me or send a check to: East Hill Church PO Box 650 Gresham, OR 97030 memo line: South Africa LONG TERM Missions Kerstin Berthold Long Term Missionary Cape Town/South Africa Blog: http://freiheitwelcometomyworld.blogspot.com Ministry blog: http://capetownmissions.blogspot.com
Saturday, July 14, 2007
I have a new MINISRTY BLOG
http://capetownmissions.blogspot.com/check it out, I also have a link on here. Be blessed! Kerstin
Friday, July 13, 2007
This is our God
"One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator) We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates) "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. "All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm." The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God" she prayed, "Send us a hot water bottle today. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say "Amen"? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?" Of course,I replied! That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God'sprompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon." "Before they call, I will answer." (Isaiah 65:24)"I got an email today with this content and I am stunned and amazed at my GOD, don't you think HE is not the best ever like ever ever ever? Forgive my unbelief and help me to dream and live BIG my LORD
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
SWEET HEAVINESS
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
UPDATED update, more money in and more to raise!!!!!!!!!!!!
The address of The East Hill Church is: East Hill Church, PO Box 650, Gresham OR 97030You can send checks made out to East Hill to the East Hill PO Box . Finally, If you have any questions about my plans or want further information, please do not hesitate to contact me. I’d love to hear from you as well J May God bless you!  Sincerely, Kerstin
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Test in trusting - Promises need faith!!
My dear dear Lord, thank you for givingme promises and now I tell you that I trust you in all you do to fullfill those! Help my mistrust and give me strength to stand firm in these days! YOur Princess K
Test in trust, promises need faith
I trust and stand, you are my portion, my deliverer, my shelter,s trong tower and I come to you in time of need: NOW! Your Princess :)
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Thank you for your prayers- 3000 more!!!!
Monday, July 02, 2007
Missed opportunities-Taking things for granted?
As long as everything stays the same: no problem- BUT as soon as there is change in thea air, then we get it, we think about what we have had all this time that now will be different. Have we taken things, situations, people for granted?Last week I was at a memorial service. That person used to be at the office every week. She was there, every week. Then, one day we got a call from her sister telling us that this lady died...just like that. I was shocked...we all were and still are. When I was sitting on my chair at the memorial service, I suddenly came to think about how much I took her for granted. Well, if I take HER for granted, what then about all the precious people around me every day? SO needless to say that this post makes me feel grateful for what I have....for what God provides me with wherever I go. A Pioneer for God