30 April 2012
27 April 2012
And then. I notice. Marrakesh. I don't live in Marrakesh.
Peter views humor as a covert operation. He almost always wins.
(And yes, the clock is set for Mumbai time and the calculator has a most impressive computation. Why? I guess because it is just cool to know these things ...)
20 April 2012
I'm not a big fan of sponges in the kitchen ... to hard to keep clean and all ... but I do find appreciation for them in the bathroom. But how to keep the sink sponge separate from the toilet sponge? Different colors? I always get confused which is which.
However, years ago I started snipping off the corner of the toilet sponge. Regardless of color, I always know which sponge goes with the gross job! What a relief. This is no time for a mix-up!
18 April 2012
My mind has been a muddle of things to do. Must get international driver's license, must make baked chicken for dinner, must fold rumpled pile of laundry, must help with school project on Alaska's natural resources, must find decent walking shoes that aren't too granny-looking, must scrub bathroom sink that is disturbingly pink around the drain-stopper ... Blaaak!
I'm a bit of a nut-case lately, in truth. In fact, all I really seem to be accomplishing is fretting and blitzing about appearing to be getting things done.
Please smile at me, pat my hand and tell me I'm not the only one who gets like this...
09 April 2012
our old tomb was suffering from some structural damage. Our new display was most fancy. Replete with wooden crosses (complements of Peter), grass, and a sunken tomb. The kids had a lot of fun putting it together, but I think we were all a little sad not to seal the tomb with an onion (don't have a stone big enough, use an onion!), as we have in the past. Funny what becomes tradition, no?
05 April 2012
But what I came to realize, for myself, was I couldn't fix any of it for her. Our talking creates open communication and bonding between the two of us. It doesn't necessarily create solutions. And that is okay. Our relationship, our security together, is far more important than any 8 year-old friendship. It just is. And so we talk. And we cry. And we hug. And we smile at each other. And we pray together.
Lucette, I tell her. We will pray. God knows. God allows. God instructs. God loves. You get to learn to take these issues to Him. Develop your own faith walk and prayer life. And I get to stand beside you and pray right along, every step of the way.
My heart melts. And I am so grateful. And as she learns to rely on me, I get to point her to the One that is always reliable. What a gift.
And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.
God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.
I John 4:16