Living The Life That God Has For Us....

God's Plumbline Ministries is called to repair devastation in the lives of God's people allowing restoration both physically and spiritually. Providing creative solutions for employment, education and life skills allowing God to repair and restore hope.  Empowering each community to establish a secure foundation both inside and out, while keeping in tact God given talents and uniqueness, not focusing on man's ways but God's ways.  Developing working relationships within social and economic circles, working hand in hand with community leaders to bring the love and compassion of Jesus Christ. 

Friday, July 31, 2009

six weeks on the road

On June 10Th we left Haiti knowing that we would have a full summer logging a lot of miles.
As of today we have put on 4639 miles on our car.
We have been to....
- seventeen states
- five state parks
- played on a jet ski on the lake
- grilled great food with old friends
- hooked up with people we haven't seen in years
- got high lights put in my hair so I wasn't such a "natural" blonde
- visited two national forests
- one national monument
- had a great new family picture taken
- had several arguments with Lord about a boat load of stuff both good and bad
- played one indoor theme park in the biggest mall ever
- attended three ministry benefits
- one wedding
- three movies, one good, one OK and one not so good
- learned a few things about myself
- gotten lost with the GPS way too many times
(Note: I was thinking the whole point of this little black box was to get you from point A to point B with out getting lost.
It never occurred to us that you can put in a location, follow the directions, drive for an hour only to arrive finding that the sushi place everyone is craving does not exist anymore.)
- learned to live out of a suitcase for six weeks and counting
- went swimming a dozen or more times
- questioned the amount of ice cream my children can consume on any given day
- swam at one indoor water park
- compared everything imaginable with living in Haiti vs the States
- walked around a few grocery stores freaking out about all the food
- watched more episodes of Sponge Bob than I ever care to see in my whole life time
- cheered at one baseball game
- unpacked two storage units in 104 degree Florida heat
- packed and unpacked a twenty-four foot truck

There have been many spiritual lesson learned.
Some about the journey, some about the mountain tops, the valleys and the technology of a GPS.
I have had a few good arguments with the Lord about my will vs His.
I haven't won any of them but he is always a gentleman and lets me vent a good bit about how things that I had planned don't seem to be working out how I think they should.
I seem to have forgotten He is God and has a plan.

They say it all about the journey......all and all it's been a good one.

Friday, July 24, 2009

The King's Gallery

King's Gallery hosts sale to aid Haitian women


THE VILLAGES — The King’s Gallery in Spanish Springs hosted a bag sale Friday evening that meant more than fashion. It was intended to help save the lives of women in Haiti.

Dan and Sheila Lynch, founders of God’s Plumbline Ministries and the original owners of The King’s Gallery, brought the one-of-a-kind designed bags from Haiti.

“When we sold this business to John and Candy (Coldwell), we had planned to go to Haiti,” Sheila said. “The people of The Villages donated all the sewing machines that we shipped to Haiti. So it’s been incredible to watch in two years’ time lives be transformed by the people here. It’s really incredible.”

Now the couple lives in Haiti full time and runs four programs: sewing, literacy, prenatal health and early childhood development.

“Those are all parts of making it a ‘whole woman’ program,” Sheila Lynch said. “We found that learning to sew wasn’t enough. Some ladies couldn’t read. Some couldn’t write or use scissors. Some didn’t know colors or how to take care of their children.”

She said the average Haitian family subsists on $200 a year.

“I was dumbfounded that people were living only 700 miles away from the United States, and people were dying because of no food, clean water and no medical care,” she said. “And that’s how we got started.”

Fifty percent of every bag sold will go toward the women and the program, which supplies teachers, housing and other expenses.

Lynch said they have 15 women who are sewing and supporting themselves.

“They don’t get handout donations: They are completely supporting themselves and their children,” she said.

On the inside of every bag is a label that includes the signature of the women who created the bag.

“It shows that (she) made this bag and it is a part of who she is,” Lynch said. “It’s even more meaningful.”

The bags will be available throughout the weekend in the store while supplies last.

For more information on Haitian Creations, visit

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Travel Channel - Haiti Style

I don't think I have ever gone to the video store by myself to rent movies, it would be pointless because I fall asleep after the first ten or fifteen minutes of almost every movie.
Out of all the movies we own I think I may have bought five of them. I am not a girl that likes "chick flicks", I love movies like Hotel Rwanda, Gladiator and Constant Gardner.
I certainly don't consider myself to be a TV person. Don't get me wrong, it isn't that I don't like to watch television, I just can't sit through a whole show without getting up at least once because most shows just don't keep my interest.
Truthfully, I would much rather read a book.
So you can see why it is really hard to admit or even consider that I "could be" addicted to watching someone on television.
He is sometimes crude, drinks too much for my personal taste and could be called a "potty mouth".
The first time I watched his show I was laughing so hard I was crying and had to get up out of bed because I started choking.
He was in Vietnam, another place I would love to see.
A week ago I had no idea who Anthony Bourdain was and I had never watched "No Reservations" on the Travel Channel.
Now I was spending hours on a Tuesday morning with Dan watching back to back episodes of this tall, thin, salt n pepper haired man travel to Chile, Spain, Greece, Jamaica, Russia and Mexico.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I laugh at things that aren't funny to most person, I always get stuck in "wound care" when we do clinic and don't think it is worst job ever.
He is a writer and was a chef in New York city for twenty-eight years.
He takes trips to places I would personally love to visit, trying all the different foods and bringing to life the richness of the cultures. He loves the odd and strange things about each culture. He isn't caught up in the arrogant stylish food you see on so many other shows and he sits down with people bringing out the really wonderful parts that you would miss on some big tour bus type vacation.
He admits that his life hasn't been pretty or perfect and when he had his brother on the show he admits he doesn't know all that much about him and that made him regret the way things turned out. His brother was upbeat and positive, admittedly not things he is gifted with.
A common theme in his shows seems to be how all cultures eat organ meat and shop for meat in open air markets, also common in Haiti.
Many cultures eat meat that is pickled in jars, cured in salt or just left hanging in the sun baking in the heat for days.
As I watched I was suddenly sitting in Waffle House and could hear the waitress yelling to the cook,
"Ahh, yeah, that will be scattered, covered, smothered, topped and chunked".
Chunked is always where my gag reflex turns on.
As we traveled with him and wished we had the chance to have dinner in all these different countries, I was jealous of his travels and noticed something hauntingly familiar about each country. It was the fresh meat markets, again something that activated my gag reflex.
I am not sure when organs that function as filters in an animals body, intestines that move waste, brains, blood and feet all became "meat". I have shopped in these markets and have been "blessed" with meals prepared with these meats.
When my now new favorite host mentioned that fact that he may need to start taking Imodium ASAP and that the taste of his beverage was the same as turpentine and his face was turning inside out, I started laughing uncontrollably.
Ah, yes, the new found art of being gracious to your host! What to do when you have been told you must eat everything given to you and you can see what you have been given has been given out of much labor and sacrifice.
Thus, the argument with your gag reflex starts and you hope that you win this one.
So maybe it isn't that I was addicted to watching Tony on television, it is that I was a little home sick for Haiti and the things I love and find fascinating about Haiti and it's people.
Maybe I should write and invite him to come to Haiti to do a show, after all, Haiti has many of the same things all of these exotic different countries have including the beautiful beaches.
Hopefully he hasn't read the articles about people eating mud pies and I won't mention the crazy emails that come out from the U.S. Travel Department advising Americans not to travel to Haiti.
I wonder if he would think Haitian spaghetti with hot dogs or eggs is a good breakfast food.
I am sure he would agree that the smell of fresh garlic cooking is killer, it gets me every time.
I am also sure that in no other country other than Haiti would you find ketchup as a food group - it's true.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Garden of the Gods

It wasn't long before Dan and I had to ask ourselves, "how could these children have lived in Haiti?"
No television, no new DS games, the same old movies week after week, they seemed so normal and well adjusted, that is until we lost them in the world of Nintendo DS! They don't ask to watch "Monk" on DVD with us anymore and seem to think it is "normal" to eat, sleep and breathe the new games they got for the DS.
This however has crossed the line - site seeing while playing the DS - I don't think so!
I turned around to make sure they could keep up with us as we half ran up to see the "Siamese Twins" (yet another crazy rock formation with a catchy name) before we got poured on or hit by lightening!
Low and behold our children have been sucked in and their minds held captive by these small red and pink boxes that seem to have grown attached to their hands holding them hostage just like a pair of hand cuffs!
Ah, yes, the rules of engagement will now be put into action in the Lynch family!
No, you may not play DS while site seeing as a family!

Sunday, July 12, 2009


As we drove back to Colorado Springs we could see this most magnificent rainbow in the sky.
It was truly one of the most amazing things we had ever seen!
It was amazing because we could see the beginning and the end and it was not one, but two rainbows!
My camera couldn't begin to capture how beautiful and amazing it was.
Trust me, I tried over and over again to get the whole thing in the picture stopping many times on the side of the road waiting for cars to go past us!
As we drove we kept getting closer and closer thinking it would soon be gone, but it stayed with us for miles.
It was like God was following us as we drove flashing this great big sign as a reminder in front of us saying,
"I have many promises for you and I am faithful to fulfill these promises."
We all know the story of Noah and the Ark floating around with his family.
Never really thinking about what a big deal it was to build this crazy big boat, collecting tons of animals and telling everyone the Lord was going to send a flood!
I am pretty sure everyone thought he had lost it and for good reason!
Rain, flood, yeah right!
As we drove I told Dan it was like the Lord was really trying to get our attention and remind us of the many promises in our lives as well. It was comforting to me that the Creator of heaven and earth cared enough about us to write His promise down and now He was randomly putting it on earth just to remind us and tell us that He loves us.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Independence Pass (Aspen)

Dan spent a summer in Aspen when he was eighteen and loved it!
He has always talked about the trip he made as one of his favorite memories.
So when he said he wanted to take us for a day trip, part of me wanted to go, the other part of me didn't want to do a three hour road trip after we had found a small leak in our radiator.
We had patched it the day before and poured in some stuff that was suppose to plug the leak.
I didn't want our first test run to be in the mountains, so Dan humored me and went to the grocery store for a "test run".
I wasn't thinkin' it was close to the same thing but we made turkey, Swiss cheese and pickle sandwiches and off we went.
The kids had a movie on and we found the greatest radio station playing Van Morrison, The Guess Who, U2 and Elton John.
About an hour into the trip I got out my camera to take pictures.
It was dead!
Not kidding!
I was so mad!
I had taken the time to recharge the battery and now for SOME reason it wasn't working!
Dan made "good picture" jokes the whole way to Aspen!
We finally pulled into Aspen! Oh my gosh! I loved this town! radiator problems!
We finally found a Wolf Camera store and planned to buy a new camera battery, $59.00 - NOT!
The really nice guy behind the counter said, hey, I will just charge it for you - no problem.
We walked around, bought the required number of t-shirts for souvenirs and went back for my battery!
Life was good - again! I promised not to be such an airhead next time and actually test the camera "before" we left the house.
As we walked through the town I found a suit in the Channel store and bet it would cost as much as one years rent in Haiti!
Dan had to test my theory and go in and ask!
A mere $6,000 for the jacket and a cool $1,000 for the skirt!
It was six o'clock and I wanted to get back on the road so I could take all the pictures I missed on the way in.
For me, this trip was way up there with the Bad Lands.
It may have topped it for me!
For Parker, all was good because of the snow ball he tossed in the sun roof at Maddie who as watching a movie.
For Dan, it was a great walk down memory lane.
It only took twenty-eight years for him to finally show me this place that he loved and now I loved it!
Very fun day!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Pike's Peak

Got oxygen?
Need oxygen....maybe!
14,110 feet...we made it to the top of Pike's Peak with no problems.
Once you get past the tree line you can feel the temperature drop and the need for oxygen. Parker couldn't wait to have a snow ball fight! It wasn't what he had in mind when we got to the top. But he still managed a few snowballs. He wanted to buy a ten dollar pair of mittens to make more! Not!
Who knew they made really yummy homemade donuts on the top of Pike's Peak! Six for five dollars! They didn't last out of the parking lot.

With all the road trips we have been making this summer we have learned that Maddie's favorite way to site see is from the back seat of the car with head phones and a movie. However, Parker needs to be in the middle of all the action and on the edge of every cliff we see. I have said, "Parker, move back from the edge", more than once as my stomach made a few flips and my knees got weak as the gravel gave way under his feet!
Parker said this was better than the baseball game because of the snowballs. I even think Pike's Peak is at the top of Maddie's list.
Well, that and Beaches! She loves that movie.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Colorado Rockies Baseball

We headed out to downtown Denver for a baseball game with a very black sky and the radio saying we would be having thunderstorms! Not Good!
It opened up and poured when we got on the shuttle to the stadium! Not Good!
Pretty soon we could see a blue patch in the sky and the rain stopped!

Colorado Rockies -vs- Washington Nationals
Score: 1 - 0

Parker said this was the best thing we have done all summer!

Saturday, July 4, 2009

History from Pike's Peak

Happy 4th of July from Pike's Peak, Colorado. Here is some 4th of July history from Pike's Peak.

"America the Beautiful" is an American patriotic song. The words are written by Katharine Lee Bates and the music composed by church organist and choirmaster Samuel A. Ward. Bates originally wrote the words as a poem, Pikes Peak, first published in the July 4th edition of the church periodical The Congretionalist in 1895. The poem was titled America for publication. As for the music, Ward had originally written the music Materna, for the old hymn, O Mother Dear, Jerusalem, in 1882. Ward's music combined with the Bates poem, was first published in 1910 and titled America the Beautiful. The song is one of the most beloved and popular of the many American patriotic songs. From time to time it has been proposed as a replacement for The Star-Spangled Banner as the National Anthem.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Conference Week

Wrapping my head around sitting in a conference in the States for a whole week has been hard for me. To be honest I have often found myself making mental notes about different things I have been wondering about like is Etrinne coming to classes, did she find a place to live, is Suzy taking her HIV meds, did Vadette find a place to rent, is Sarah's tooth and blood pressure OK and wanting to check-in with the Deli Mart lady and give her cookies?

I drift back into the conference and take in some of the teaching. It's good and seems to be confirming some things deep with in me that I haven't had time to think about for a long time. I find it odd that the people I enjoyed watching on the first day as everyone found their places just happen to be the people who live and minister in Uganda from here. I think something has switched over in my brain that finds people from different countries so interesting and I am drawn to them. I have learned this calling is part of me and no matter if I am in Haiti, Africa, Guyana or the States it is just the way I think. It is who I am and I am not going to suddenly not have it one day if I am not "doing" something. Sometimes that is a good thing and sometimes it can drive me crazy and to be a bit radical in my thinking. It is hard for me to have a casual conversation about "stuff", cause 90% of the time I am not thinking about "stuff".

Pretty soon I am thinking about the fabric that Marjoire needs for the inside of bags and wondering if she will be able to get bags out to the Moseley's for the website with the new team in from Texas.

I think about the fact that the ministry we are sitting under this week will give you any teaching you want for free if you can't afford it and they didn't charge over 800 people anything to come to the conference. The bottom line is they believe everyone should hear the gospel and the money will come in if they are obedient. It isn't some pie in the sky idea they have the numbers to prove it and every part of their ministry is expanding. I love that they teach grace. Not the kind of grace that keeps people sick and unhealthy because they aren't willing to confront, but the kind of grace that teaches who you are in Christ. Once you know the love of Jesus you will be changed to the core and that even a little bit of the law will kill grace and it is the goodness of God that draws us to him. They teach once you know who you are and who Jesus is you will really never be the same because the greatest gift He gave you is when you got saved. You didn't deserve any "gift" so why would you have to earn relationship with him after you are saved.

Yet the whole idea of a conference is still bugging me. I am thinking that no one comes to Haiti to do a conference and teach this stuff. You never hear about big names coming to Haiti for a week to pour into Haiti and I have to wonder why? If the people of Haiti could think of themselves as "sons" vs "slaves" like Paul talks about in Galatians, Haiti would never be the same. I am still thinking about the words the minister said to Dan on the very first day of the conference.
You live in Haiti? Do you like it?
The last time I sent someone to Haiti, the day they got back they asked me if I hated them?
No, he replied. Why?
Because Haiti is the closest place to hell on earth.

We laughed, but now it wasn't funny.
I was sad for Haiti and the ladies that I love.

I am thinking about how freely we talk about knowing who we are in Christ, knowing that everything we need is already inside of us. I am thinking about really, really knowing that Jesus loves us and when we know this we are forever changed and yet most Haitians won't take communion because they believe they are not good enough or sinful.

I wore my favorite AIDS t-shirt to the conference one day. Maybe I was secretly testing to see if one person, just one, would ask me about HIV. If someone asked me what I was thinking about the conference I am sure I would have broke out in hives trying to think of something to say, but I did want to talk about how wrong it is that women who struggle for find food for the day and a place to lay their head at night, now carry a secret with them on a crowded tap-tap, sitting for what could be the entire day to get a hand full of vitamins and hopefully the HIV meds they need with out another day spent on the tap-tap only for the doctor to not show up.

I reminded myself that just because I live and breath this stuff doesn't mean everyone does and they are really good people who love Jesus. I was happy that this ministry works in so many nations of the world and had a passion for it. I was deeply touched when the minister said he didn't agree with the way missionaries had to got out and raise funds all summer long when they should be resting and spending time with their family. He said, truthfully, most missionaries don't operate in their anointing here in the States when they do fund raising and if most people saw them operate on the foreign field of their calling vs a fund raising setting they would be shocked at how different they are because that is where God has called them. I couldn't control the tears as we sat in the crowd. Most people had no idea what he was talking about but his word touched me very much. He really understood the place we are at.

The last night of the conference was here and I was glad we had come. I needed to be reminded of so many things. I needed to take a deep breath. I needed to give Haiti and all my ladies back to Jesus so He could take care of them, not me. I needed to give these poor people (and myself) a break, they too came to be filled and I had never walked in their shoes. I would agree with myself that I should find balance and give the grace that had been talked about all week for everyone who didn't eat, breath and sleep the injustice for those who live in a third world.

Grace, Grace and more grace!