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Problems and Solutions

April 30, 2013 6 comments
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The Problem

As I stood on stage, waiting for the cue to step forward to introduce myself, my son leaned toward me and chuckled into my ear, “You’re not going to be able to reach the mic.”

I smothered a smile. I had been studying the mic myself and knew that, though I should be able to reach it, they definitely hadn’t considered my being vertically challenged when they set it up.

Being the first missionary in line, I smiled, stepped forward and began my introduction. Comic relief came to the rescue. If there had been any formality before, it melted into oblivion.

The Solution

The Solution

That was the Wednesday evening kick-off to a great five-day Missions Conference at Second Baptist Church in Auburn, NY. Workshops, a missions prayer breakfast, a carry-in dinner and more filled those five days. Opportunities to hear and to share of the work the Lord is doing around the world were plenteous—as were special times of¬†fellowship with the church family. It was an overall great conference.

Sunday was the final day of the conference. As I stepped forward to begin the round of introductions once more, I noticed that care had been taken to remedy Wednesday’s problematic mic. With some humorous remarks, a mic was handed to me. Considering this was my home church, with staff I continue to work with on a daily basis, the friendly jibes were not much of a surprise. ūüôā


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I’m a mother of four great sons—and I have a wonderful daughter-in-law! I’m a recent widow who’s transitioning back into full-time missions to work with NTM’s Communications department. I’m also an author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing! If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads,¬†and Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Life, Missionary Life

A Night of Firsts

April 25, 2013 2 comments

404727_10151353155061965_876604438_nLast Sunday night was a night of firsts.

I gave my first missionary presentation. Considering that my role in the past had been to smile when introduced and then sit back down while my husband gave the presentation, I thought it went better than expected.

Driving home that night I had another first meeting—a meeting with a deer. My poor Toyota Yaris wasn’t so impressed with that meeting. The deer’s shoulder slammed into the front corner on the driver’s side, smashing her pretty blue bumper. Being a faithful little car, she drove me home with all her lights still functioning and without any apparent internal injuries. Of course, the next day I did have to check her in at the “auto ER”—commonly known as the repair shop. I’m sure she’s homesick and counting the days before she’s back in my driveway. The feeling is mutual.

The chance encounter with the deer prompted my third first for the night. It was the first time I ever called 911.

Three firsts in one night. You know, I really could have lived several more decades without needing to have two of those firsts. But the missionary meeting? Even though it was outside my comfort zone, it was a first meeting of many as I make plans to head back into missions full-time. That made it a good first. Prayers are appreciated for my upcoming meetings—and safety in all my travels!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a widow—but my identity does not end there. I am a former pastor’s wife, former missionary, current full-time church secretary, mother of four great sons (and a wonderful daughter-in-law!), and author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing!
If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Life, Missionary Life

There’s the Surface Stuff—and the Stuff that Matters!

March 28, 2013 1 comment

It’s¬†been nearly a month since I was reinstated as a member of NTM. I remember the first time I became a member and started this¬†Partnership Development¬†thing. I was a few decades younger back then and it was called¬†Deputation¬†in those days. I also had a husband who was pretty much the one responsible to figure it all out. But life has changed. My husband has been graduated to glory, so this time round it’s been left up to me—or so it would appear on the surface.

That means I’ve been busy. While continuing my full-time job for now, I’ve been working on various projects in my spare time. The prayer card shown above was one of those projects, along with a ministry booklet and a display banner. Then there was a first prayer letter to get written and sent out. Of course, there have been meetings to get lined up and friends I want to spend time with while I’m still here. That’s the stuff that’s been left to me. The surface stuff.

The rest is up to God. He knows I need a team that will pray for, encourage, and support me—and He’s already begun raising up these special people. ¬†Touching hearts to pray for me and to send encouraging notes and phone calls my way—God specializes in things like that. So yes, the surface stuff has been left up to me and I’ve been having a fun time with it. But the stuff that really matters, like touching hearts, is God’s department. I’ll just leave that up to Him.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a widow—but my identity does not end there. I’m a former pastor’s wife and former missionary.¬†¬†I’m also a mother of four great sons (and a wonderful daughter-in-law!), and an author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing! I recently re-joined New Tribes Mission and am currently raising prayer and financial support before beginning to work with NTM’s¬†Communication team. Blending ministry with my love for writing. God does amazing things!

If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE! 

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Life, Missionary Life

No Longer a Visitor

March 4, 2013 14 comments

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Walking through the doors of New Tribes Mission’s headquarters, I headed to the front desk to sign in. It was a strange feeling to be signing in like a stranger at a place that felt so much like home. But it hadn’t been home for over six years, and to the woman behind the desk I was a stranger and a visitor.

My day was filled with meetings and filling out paperwork. Each meeting added confirmation in my heart that this was where God would have me to be. Back in missions. Back to the same mission where Matt and I served for many years—yet in a new capacity.¬†

Being that God has given me a love of writing, it wasn’t a surprise when¬†He touched my heart to explore the possibilities of joining the Communications team at NTM. Having recently lost my husband to cancer, I labored over when the timing would be right to proceed. I asked God to make it clear.

In the meantime, unbeknownst to me, the Director of Communications was praying about when it would be appropriate to write and let me know that if I was interested in writing for NTM, that they would love to have me consider that. He wanted it to be God’s timing—not his.

God answered both our prayers. The letter was written, I responded, and God is in the process of putting the finishing touches on the timing of His perfect plan.

I smiled as I walked out the doors at the end of the day, knowing that the next time I walked through those doors, I would no longer be a visitor.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a widow—but my identity does not end there. I am a former pastor’s wife, former missionary, current full-time church secretary, mother of four great sons (and a wonderful daughter-in-law!), and author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) Greater than that, I am a child of God with a passion for God, my family, and writing!
If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest. Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

Categories: Life, Missionary Life

Living Without Hope

September 6, 2012 1 comment

Remember the joy of holding your firstborn child? Feeling that soft, smooth skin. Looking into those innocent eyes. Marveling at a life formed by God in your womb. A miracle. The miracle of life. Remember the awe you felt. And the love for that child. Wondering if you could ever love another child as much as you love the child you are now holding.

Your life revolved around the needs of this infant, feeding, bathing, making sure the baby received proper medical care. You did all that was necessary to ensure that your child had the best chance possible at a good life.

Now try to imagine for a few minutes that you don’t live here, in a comfortable home with all the necessities for babies at hand, with the doctor only a phone call away.

Try to imagine that you are a Maquiritare woman, a Maquiritare mother of an adorable little baby boy. Being a Maquiritare mother does not diminish your love for your child one iota. You still love your child as much as you did a minute ago. You still want the best for your child. You love this child with all your heart.

And then this chubby baby boy of yours suddenly becomes ill. You’re holding him in your arms when he stops breathing. There’s no hospital. No emergency room.  No doctor. Your heart nearly dies within you. And then he starts breathing again and you sigh in relief.

However the relief is short-lived. … It happens again. … And again.

You’re scared. You could take your child to the missionaries but what good would it do? Your husband, the father of the child, claims he is NOT the father of the child. He disowned the baby and went and made a boat. He knew that by making a boat while the child was still an infant that the child will get sick and die. But he did it anyway.

There‚Äôs no hope now. There‚Äôs no way the baby can live. The father has signed the child’s death warrant.

You‚Äôre scared. You’re without hope. Your child will die.

This really happened. The adorable little baby boy did die. He was placed in a rough wooden box and laid in a grave.  His mother was left with empty arms. Without hope.

Would you want to live that way? Would you want to die that way?

We did not pick our place of birth. That could have been me. That could have been you.

What are we doing to make a difference?


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a pastor’s wife, former missionary, mother of four great sons (and a wonderful daughter-in-law!), and author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) I have a passion for God, my family, and writing!
If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest.  Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

My Chocolate Miracle

August 25, 2012 2 comments

Philippians 4:19
But my God shall supply all your need
according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

God has promised to supply all our needs, but He does so much more. He knows us by name, He knows what makes us smile, and He knows how to surprise us with unexpected bounty.

My story is about chocolate. I’ve this love-love relationship with chocolate. There’s no love-hate relationship here. It’s all love-love. What possibly could there be to hate about chocolate? (If you have an answer for that, please, I do not need enlightening on this matter.)

I think I’ve made my point. I love chocolate and giving up my chocolate fix will always be a calculated decision. It’s a rare occasion, but it has been known to happen.

One of those rare occasions was when we were¬†missionaries in a remote jungle village. A recent move there, building a house, and medical bills from the birth of our twins (compounded by our oldest son needing a surgery shortly after)—these life events had depleted our meager resources. Money was always tight, but the scales had been tipped to the critically tight category. There was only one solution. There was only one budget line that was negotiable. Food.

As I filled out our monthly food order, I slashed all non-necessities or high-priced items. Chocolate, despite the fact that the irrational side of my brain tried to convince the rational side that it was a definite necessity, was not. Chocolate was slashed from the order followed by a deep sigh of sacrifice.

The order arrived. A relatively bland order. No real treats. But we weren’t going to starve, we had a roof over our heads, and we weren’t incurring debt. We were doing what was necessary and right.

Did you know God cares about our chocolate fixes? I didn’t. Not until that day.

As I got to the bottom of the order, lo and behold, there was a box of chocolate bars. You know, the type they use in displays on the shelves. I wondered if the irrational side of my brain had somehow tricked the rational side into putting it on the order. But not,¬†that had not happened. The invoice clearly showed I had not ordered chocolate bars, had not paid for chocolate bars, but here they were just the same. Yet, I had not idea where they had come from. And to be honest, I really didn’t care too much about the where from in my joy at the where they had landed!

As the story unfolded, we found out a fellow missionary living on another base (who had NO idea about my dire situation of giving up my beloved chocolate!) had sent them out to us. Now who do you think laid that upon their hearts? Not just that month, but each month until I was able to order them myself?

God did. It was as if God was saying, “See, I care about more than just your needs. I care about you, about your family, and even about your chocolate cravings. You may be miles of jungle away from civilization, but I’m right here with you. Enjoy the chocolate.”

Okay, it wasn’t an audible voice, but it was love in action. It may have been something small and insignificant to another, but for me, in that moment in time, it was my chocolate miracle.

Do you have a story of God’s provision? Share it with me in the comment box!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a pastor’s wife, former missionary, mother of four great sons (and a wonderful daughter-in-law!), and author of three Christian suspense novels: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) I have a passion for God, my family, and writing!
If you want to connect with me, join me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest.  Interested in updates by email? CLICK HERE!

Have a question? Email Me!

Please do not take offense…

March 1, 2012 6 comments

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† If I ever go to introduce you, and a blank look turned terrified crosses my face—you’ve guessed it, I’ve forgotten your name. Please, do not take offense!

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† I know. I’m sure there’s some written-in-stone requirement for former missionaries and current pastors’ wives to hold an outstanding grasp on the names of each and every person they have ever met. It goes with the territory, right? If so, this is one requirement I have failed.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Names remain on the tip of my tongue—until they are suddenly required of me. Introductions can be a nightmare event. I open my mouth to begin the introduction—and I enter that memory-numbing stage so similar to test taking. Why? I’ve no idea.

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†¬†¬† You don’t believe me? Let me tell you a story.

          We were over a year into our marriage.  As we walked up to the desk at the local hospital, it was obvious what our medical condition was. We were ready to grow our family. The rounded protrusion, where a flat stomach used to be, attested to the fact.

          But not quite yet. We were only registering for the birth of our child in the hospital, the actual event being yet a few months off. The woman behind the desk began rattling off basic questions. This was not an interrogation. These were simple questions.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† “Where do you live?” she asked.

          That one was easy.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† “On the outskirts of Durham,” I replied. “We’re students at New Tribes Mission.”

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† “When is the baby due?”

          Another easy question.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† “Early April.”

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† “And your husband’s name?”

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† That’s then it happened. A blank looked, turned terrified, crossed my face. In a fraction of a second, I had misplaced my husband’s name—lost it in the recesses of my mind.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† My mind raced, but went nowhere. I was sinking deeper and deeper into a foggy abyss of a nameless husband. Sarcastic¬†thoughts pushed their way to the forefront of my mind—none of them helpful.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Oh right, this is my husband. I just can’t remember his name.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† My husband? No. I’m just a missionary in training and I pulled this poor guy off the street to come in with me. I don’t even know his name.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† “Matthew. My name is Matthew,” my husband interjected smoothly, covering my momentary lapse.

          I breathed a sigh of relief. My panic somehow lost on the woman behind the desk. Disaster was averted. Thankfully.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† We continued with more simple questions. Nothing as hard as my husband’s name.

          So really, if I ever forget your name, please do not take offense!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rosie Cochran

I am a pastor’s wife, former missionary, mother of four great sons (and a wonderful daughter-in-law!), and author of three books: Betrayed, Identity Revealed, and A Murder Unseen. (Available at: Amazon.com.) I have a passion for God, my family, and writing! Follow me on Twitter and Facebook.

Have a question? Email Me!

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