day twenty-four: wrap-up
We knocked it out of the park today with deviled eggs. Cooking is so much fun with the kids as I take them through a recipe and explain how to respectfully turn the food down if they do not like it. After just two weeks I am seeing progress with their manners. It feels so good to notice little signs of improvement in every area. I love it. I wonder if God notices little improvements in me. Does he see that I am trying to do my best? Does he recognize my efforts toward my husband and children? Working with special children is a constant reminder of our own needs. It is almost like I am doing a role play everyday so that I can remember my own worth. Wanna come visit?We heard from our missionary today. He is doing well and getting ready for his final transfer out of the AP position and back out with the people. He mentioned dealing with some weird illness that has been a bit distracting to him, but I feel like the Lord is totally watching over him in his labors. And his mother is being protected too, because 22 months ago I would have told you that I was a bit nervous about conditions he would be in. That I was concerned about his safety. That I was worried he would get very sick. But from the time he arrived in Kenya I have had no concerns in these areas. I have felt content and calm. Boy #4 is on the countdown for his big brother to come home. Today we are at 87 left.
I remember the call from my husband as he was driving in to the office and I was home with my kids getting ready to send the oldest ones off to school. We turned on the TV and watched in horror. I seriously felt like it was a nightmare and not really happening. Horrible, horrible, horrible stuff. Today I am moved by all of the remembrances, but I must admit that the flight 93 story still gets me right through the heart. Unreal heroism.
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Lots of emotions in this post. Gratitude, fear, concern, and love. I'd like to visit on cooking day! I'm really missing out.
I remember when my younger brother got sick on his mission and had to be airlifted to New Zealand. My normally high strung, intense feeling mother was strangely calm about it all. She had spiritual confirmation that he was being watched over. The rest of the family was just amazed and talk of alien body snatchers was briefly mentioned. For my part, I've always remembered how strong a witness my mother was blessed with that day.
Cool story, Kim. Thanks so much.
I remember it too. Insane to think about. The t.v. was on, people were reporting when the second tower was hit.
the moment of silence in s-ville jr. high
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87 days is not very many! I bet you are so excited!
I forgot all about 9/11 until I saw all the flags out. There are days when my heart still stands still remembering that day.
Love the post!
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