Changes - Coming Soon

First of all, my apologies for being so quiet in the recent months. 
In past blogs, I talked about big changes that have been happening, including getting married!
Those changes are most of the reasons for being so silent. It's been a crazy transition time, but things are finally getting settled and the updates will resume!

Change no. 1 - I got married. 
Yes, yes, I keep saying that! But other than that being a very exciting thing and me loving to say it, it's a key element to all the ensuing changes. 

Change no. 2 - I switched jobs. 
Everyone who knows me, knows that God has created me with the innate need to give everything in me to what I'm doing. After many tears, prayers, more tears, questions, conversations, and many more prayers, Miguel and I reached the conclusion that the wisest decision for our marriage was for me to leave my position with Destiny Rescue. I have poured my heart and soul into the project here and it didn't take much to realize that, if I continued for much longer while trying to give as much attention and focus to my marriage and husband as needed, something would have to give.  For a while I felt like a mother bird might feel while watching her children fly on their own. I was concerned that my "baby" (the project and all the people in it) would fall and not make it, but it's been a true delight to rejoice in seeing her fly. The month of April was transition month and one of my prayers was to leave the safe home with a fully equipped staff. Through a lot of small and some large changes, I was able to walk away knowing that the team there is growing stronger and the girls are doing amazingly well in their journeys of healing thanks to those wonderful people. 

While we were contemplating this decision, I received several offers for other positions, both in the DR and in the USA. One of those offers was an administrative position with Fellowship of Christian Athletes here in the Dominican Republic (see the DR specific website here). Human trafficking to sports related ministry is a huge leap, but the administration is what I love doing. Above anything, though, the factor that made it an easy decision to accept the position is that fact that this is the ministry Miguel works with and early on in our relationship, our deepest desire was to be able to do ministry together. May has been full of adapting to a new organization, role, and expectations. 

Change no 3 - We moved.
No, not out of the Dominican Republic. We moved from a one-bedroom apartment to a two-bedroom house with a yard, to the town of Higuey, 45 minutes away, which is where most of Miguel's work is (he travels to different baseball fields, discipling coaches and athletes in the Word of God). Once a week, he works in the area I lived before getting married, so it works out for me to hop along and spend time and stay in touch/involved with the staff and girls at the Destiny Rescue home. The move has been an exciting one, especially since it means being able to attend the church of the pastor who married us and having a strong community to plug into. Miguel still studies in the university on the weekends close to where he has lived most of his life (1 1/2 hours away). Most of the other FCA staff also work closer to his original hometown, so when we had teams this month, it meant a lot of traveling for us. Between the moving and traveling for teams and university, plus an impromptu specialist visit for a severe infection I was hit with this week, we've been gone more than we've been home this month. We're looking forward to being able to finally settle into a routine soon (hopefully). 

Change no. 4 - Blog overhaul (sorta)
Pretty soon, you'll see new changes to the blog, including revamped newsletter option, as well as an option for supporting financially. The look and content may slightly change (although the layout will still be the same) to tweak it to more of an "us" blog instead of a "me" blog. Stay tuned!


Prayer requests -
1. That our internet would get installed quickly. Like I said, we've been on the road a LOT and this means that it's been hard to schedule stuff, like internet installation, that didn't get done the week of moving. Internet is vital for my job and for us to be able to stay connected with everyone. It's one of the main reasons why I've been sluggish in getting the new updates done. 
2. For our marriage. That sounds weird - no, we're not having marriage problems ;) But with all the change and new adjustments added to new married life in general, we beg for your prayers in keeping our hearts open to continue allowing God to take control in every area of our lives (even if that means forever living without routine!). We desire to have a marriage that honors God and inspires others - nothing mediocre for us. And we realize that this can only be done through lots of prayers and intentional choices. 
3. Finances. As a missionary, I still don't receive a paycheck, and with the change of job, I'll need to double fundraising efforts. Please pray for wisdom as we pursue open doors for this. 


Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. 
~Matt. 28:19

Beginning of Forever ~ Terreros ~ April 1, 2017

Learning to Breathe

It happened when I realized I felt short of breath after sitting down all day. 

Rearview Mirror

It had been a day of training for new responsibilities, while at the same time reconstructing some personal paperwork I had lost, plus taking snippets of time here and there to work on wedding organizational details. Days like this are normal for me, but I had a million and five other things going through my head relating to so much that's happening "behind the scenes" that when I closed my computer at 8pm, stood up, and gulped in a big lungful of air, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I had really taken an actual breath. 
Had it been a few minutes ago or not since that morning? I had no clue! But I did realize that I'd forgotten to breathe. 
When I hit times like the present - times spilling over with fullness of not only work and job transitions but also living transitions and planning a wedding (wait! my wedding! yippee!) - I naturally give in to the tendency to become a workaholic and consumed with all the tasks in front of me while forgetting to do little things like eat a decent meal, sleep a decent night's sleep, and...breathe...
...deeply breathe. 

Roll with It

Miguel told me the other day as we were driving home from our last pre-marital counseling session, "You're really tense. You need to relax." We were in the middle of discussing work/responsibility/roles/life/ministry transitions and even though he's seen me go through a lot of ups and downs, stress and worry, and has had to deal with several melt-downs in the last year, he told me something he hadn't said before, "You've been pretty impatient recently. Breathe, Rose. You need to just breathe." 


I've been reading the book of Daniel.

One Mr. and Mrs. Coming Up

Wait, what does that have to do with breathing, you ask? 
While not much may be written in the book of Daniel about the inhale/exhale process our lungs require, I've been constantly scribbling notes at every turn of the page on how utterly, unfathomably all-powerful God is and how He proves it in these pages. Daniel's complete, all-consuming dedication to the one, true God makes me sit there speechless - and I'm only a few chapters in. 
The one common factor I find before any grand interpretation Daniel gives a king is the time he takes beforehand to pray. He pauses. He is quiet. He asks for time. Later on (because I know how the story goes) we find out that it's a habit for him to take time to pray three times a day. 
Time to breathe. 

When I open my curtain in the morning and sit on my carpet, it's all too easy to allow my mind to wander to everything on my schedule for the day. I catch myself doing it, then try to tune into hearing what God is saying again - only to find myself making a mental note to write so and so an email, then call that person, then...and I decide I don't have time to sit there much longer. 

Breathe, My Soul

Praying is like breathing. Or at least it should be. 
"Pray without ceasing" means we are in constant communication with our Father, just like our lungs are constantly breathing air, even when we don't think about it. Then there are those times that we take an extra deep breath to fill our lungs and stretch our arms or neck and shoulders, just like we should be pausing to check in more with our Father who probably has a lot to tell us by then. And just like those times when we crawl between the crisp, clean sheets of our comfortable beds after a long day and allow the sweetness of rest to deepen our breathing, there are times - regular, habitual times -that sitting hand-in-hand in the presence of God brings the sweet rejuvenation and recharge our tired souls need that nothing else can come close to. 


So breathe, my soul, breathe. 

Finding Peace

What does peace look like?

When I imagine peace, I go back to one of the many autumn evenings I spent sitting in a tree-stand in mid-Michigan, listening to squirrels chattering, nuts falling, branches cracking, and leaves rustling in the breeze. My eyes and ears were alert to any movement since deer are generally quiet, nervous creatures and could easily slip in and out behind me without noticing. The sun getting lower in the sky and finally that moment of twilight would catch a sound in time, maybe the first croak of the night frogs, that would seem to make everything hold its breath and pause - for just a small second. And I was grateful to be alive in this great big beautiful world.

Peace is easy to imagine that way. Anyone with a love of the country knows that a walk, bike ride, or car ride with the windows down on back-ways and dirt roads has no equal. There's nothing like watching a sunset on top of a ridge in the prairies of North Dakota with only animal noises and bird music and wind around you. It clears the mind and makes everything stop for a second - allows you to catch your breath and renew your vigor for life again. God's very finger shows up like no other way in these moments and the awe of just how great and glorious and all powerful He is wraps around your heart.


But what about when I'm not in those places?
Here, I live on a dirt road, but that's because the small roads in the Dominican Republic in general may or may not be kept up. There are sounds of construction on yet another hotel/condo going up kitty-corner to my front door that sometimes don't stop until 10 o'clock at night - especially when they're pouring cement...(not a fun sound). Animal noises mostly consist of barking dogs and fighting street cats.

The beach. That's a beautiful place and one I go to. The lapping waves and sound of the wind in the palms is not overrated most times.
But what to do when much of the time there are a lot of other people hanging out by shores as well? Everywhere I look, there are people. On crowded streets, behind blaring horns, even when lying on my bed at night I can hear voices drift by from some activity or other going on not too far away.

I am not ungrateful in anyway. But where is there a place of peace in a growing tourist town?


And I've been in desperate need of some peace.
The winds of change have been hitting more like a hurricane force storm. Change that was expected turns out completely differently than planned. Unplanned for, life-altering change gets thrown in with enough force to knock any unsuspecting person down. Exciting change brings transition which brings growing pains which is enough in and of itself. 
In Numbers 11:23 God asks Moses, "Is the Lord's arm too short? Now you will see whether or not what I say will come true for you." He's been asking me the same question lately. 


This morning while riding to work with tears streaming down my face under my helmet, horns blaring around me, in the middle of congested traffic, I asked God to give me a little peace. He had asked me to entrust everything to Him, again, the evening before while I was sitting on my bed and wondering what life will look like in a mere 3 months - if what I think it will look like, or thought it should look like, will even be relevant. He promised a peace that passes understanding in the Bible and as I hung on to that promise and trusted that what He says is true, in the middle of the noise and chaos, stress and worry, I felt peace. There wasn't a moment in time pause or washing calm, but there was peace. Was it magical? No. Was it breathtaking? No. But it was real. It is real.


Peace doesn't come automatically. It's something we train ourselves to find through trust and confidence in God and His promises through His spoken word. But it's real. I can't explain it, but it's worth having. And it helps the breathing to come steadily back.

Dear Daddy

As I sit looking out over the ocean and listen to the wind rustle in the tall palms behind me and the waves slap the shore in front of me, my mind and heart wander to Your side. Will it get easier? Will the hole in my heart become less noticeable anytime soon?
I still cry whenever I write the words "my youngest brother died." A conversation is easier in many ways because it's reciting fact; although it's still hit or miss whether or not the tears refuse to be held back. But when I think about it... When I pull back and let the course of events of this past month run through my head...the piercing, tearing pain is just as real as when I heard my sister's voice tell me five Sundays ago, "they were hit by a truck and Anthony didn't make it."

There are so many changes happening this year. Life holds so many new turns and I'm excited to see where You're leading and what adventures You have in store.
Then I remember there's always going to be someone missing...will that ever seem normal?
I'm not sad for him. I know his goofy grin is being spread all over heaven as he marvels at all the creations he never even began to imagine existed.
I don't cry for him. I cry for me. For the fact that You left me behind. For the fact that a hole will always exist this side of heaven. That at every life changing turn, someone will be missing.

I don't doubt that You're good, and that Your plan is perfect. I don't doubt your presence. As I listen to the waves and wind, Your peace inside of me is overwhelming and Your grace as been my lifeline.
I just wonder what life will be like. Because it will never be the same...

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." ~Jesus 
(Matthew 11:28) 

"And since death is a part of life, every time I'm faced with it, I have to ask, are we prepared for it? We can probably never be fully prepared to lose a loved one, so I'm not asking that. What I'm asking is, what if it would be me? What if it would be you? I need to ask myself if I'm prepared for my death. Because the way I answer that also answers the question of if I'm living my life as if it really mattered..." [excerpt from On Life and Death - written in 2015]