Here we are in Michigan again. We have six weeks at home -- six weeks in which to cram all of our Stateside spring and summer experiences. So, we mow the grass (it was 10" tall due to the unusually hot weather in March/April!), referee soccer, ride bikes, have our teeth cleaned, visit friends, parents, and supporting churches, love on our younger son, grill burgers, prepare lessons for Poland, daily correspond with co-laborers on the field, fast and pray, tackle 1,000's of details involved in overseeing 9 summer interns and 7 short-term teams this summer, clean the house, organize photos, repair our old Chrysler, attend our older son's graduation, help my mother pack all her belongings as she moves to Ohio, call on my dear friend (Holocaust survivor) and her husband, write blogs, read books, enjoy a steak on Mother's Day, celebrate our daughter's birthday and our son/daughter-in-law's first anniversary ... and so it goes. It's a busy time, yet there are also moments to put our feet up, breathe deeply, and meditate on the faithfulness of our God. It is refreshing to walk in the morning through our neighborhood, praying to God, allowing Him to refocus our thoughts, to fine-tune our vision, to remind us of our calling. Yes, we are thankful for these six weeks in the States.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Six Weeks
Here we are in Michigan again. We have six weeks at home -- six weeks in which to cram all of our Stateside spring and summer experiences. So, we mow the grass (it was 10" tall due to the unusually hot weather in March/April!), referee soccer, ride bikes, have our teeth cleaned, visit friends, parents, and supporting churches, love on our younger son, grill burgers, prepare lessons for Poland, daily correspond with co-laborers on the field, fast and pray, tackle 1,000's of details involved in overseeing 9 summer interns and 7 short-term teams this summer, clean the house, organize photos, repair our old Chrysler, attend our older son's graduation, help my mother pack all her belongings as she moves to Ohio, call on my dear friend (Holocaust survivor) and her husband, write blogs, read books, enjoy a steak on Mother's Day, celebrate our daughter's birthday and our son/daughter-in-law's first anniversary ... and so it goes. It's a busy time, yet there are also moments to put our feet up, breathe deeply, and meditate on the faithfulness of our God. It is refreshing to walk in the morning through our neighborhood, praying to God, allowing Him to refocus our thoughts, to fine-tune our vision, to remind us of our calling. Yes, we are thankful for these six weeks in the States.
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