At the Warroad Library!

   The Warroad Library is having their 25th anniversary, and they're doing a table of local books. My books are going to be displayed there, so if you're in the area, feel free to stop by! I probably won't actually be there, since we have a ministry training at our church that day, (www.familyfundamentalchurch.com) but you can stop by anyway!

     When I get home, I'll post about my trip and sometime soon I'll try to post an excerpt from Mission of a Lifetime.

     Keep trusting the Lord with ALL your heart!

   "God uses men and women who are weak and feeble enough to lean on Him." - Hudson Taylor

Missouri!!!!!!

   This week, I'm in Missouri at the Accelerated Christian Education's International Student Convention!!! I'm on the 'His Servants 24/7 Squad' which basically means I'm helping around where ever I'm needed.

     If you're interested in watching the evening rallies, they're live streamed HERE!!!

    You can pray for me while I'm here that I'll be a blessing to those I come in contact with, and that I'll be able to stay cheerful even if I get low on sleep:) Also, pray for all of the young people that will be attending the convention, that it will be a blessing to them, and if any of them aren't saved, that this would be used in their lives to bring them to Jesus.

  Until next time, this is Priscilla J. Krahn reminding you to stay thankful in EVERYTHING!!!!!

Mission of a Lifetime

       So people have been asking me what I've been doing now that Never Forget has been published. The answer is, I'm still writing.

     Here's a little peak at my current project:

              Life as a missionary kid has its ups and downs... but having your parents disappear after their airplane crashes in hostile territory is definitely one of the down days. Especially when it means you may have to leave your home. As twenty-one year old William Rodriguez struggles with taking the responsibility for his two younger siblings, he finds himself up against more than a mere plane crash. The number of missing people rises and Willie knows he doesn't have a choice. With his native friend he takes on the challenge to search for his family. Hostile tribes have always scared Willie, but could it be that his friend is the real enemy? Why does Willie feel the need to become a translator when his passion is mechanics? How can he survive the harshness of the tribes? And what is the real threat? Who's behind the disappearances and what are they doing with the people? Can Willie overcome his memories and use them to help him share Christ? What is it about Yara that makes him feel the need to protect her? Willie doesn't want to relive the past, but is it right to leave his brother behind? Can he accomplish the mission of a lifetime?

For Mother's Day...

      I'm not really a poet, but I've tried my hand at a few poems over the last ten years. I wrote this poem for Mother's Day several years ago and I thought now would be a good time to post it. Thank you Mom for being the BEST!!! This poem is for you.

"Our Gratitude"

To all dear mothers I direct this poem,

Whether your children are home, or you are left alone.

Our gratitude to our mothers cannot be fully expressed,

But if we keep silent, we are sure to get depressed.

Where is one to start in saying, thank you?

The things you've done for us are more than a few.

I'm sure as children we seemed ungrateful wretches,

Spilling our food and staining our dresses.

We remember the time we broke your mirror,

Then hid and cowered in fear.

It was a simple game,

But you said that our excuse was pretty lame.

We remember the times we scared you into a fit,

By "Accidently" giving a sibling a rough hit.

We didn't know what to think when you cried till your eyes were red,

Then, "I love you," you said.

So how do we thank you for fixing our hair?

For all of the stories that you did share.

For long walks,

Or late night talks.

When we were little, we kept you from sleep,

And now that we're older, we do things that make you weep.

You loved us enough to care for us,

Even when we put up a fuss.

Thank you isn't even enough,

To describe our gratitude to God for making you so tough.

All we can say is that God made our mothers,

To be like no others.

The only thing that we can say, is that we want be,

Like the mother that in you we see.

The greatest form of gratitude,

Is the imitation attitude.

Like you we really want to be,

So we will try to kiss every hurt knee.

And love others unselfishly,

Because you loved us, and that we can see.

So if anyone ever asks us how we learned to be a mother,

We'll tell them that we owe it to our Christian mother, and no other.

The form of gratitude that we want to give,

Is to show you that for Christ, we will always live.