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I was fifteen the first time I stepped foot into another country. The blistering heat, the half naked children running the streets, the stench of open sewers. It ruined me. Shook the core of my American idealist mentality. Left my soul thirsting for truth. I promised myself, right there on those dust covered streets, that…
I was thirteen when I decided I really truly wanted to follow God with everything. I wasn’t sure what all that meant, but I was going for it. Looking back, the only thing that actually changed at that point was my conversation. Since God and I were friends, this meant I should talk to Him,…
Learning to walk like Jesus walked is no easy task. I realize this as pages turn to the book of John, the writings of the disciple that Jesus loved. The words glow on the page. …the Word was with God and the Word was God… And what does the Word do? He explains the way…
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::The Haitian Chronicles:: There were many “incidentals” that we accomplished besides the planned roofing project while in Haiti. The guys built a garbage pit, fixed a widow’s house and made numerous trips to Aquin. Meg and I became school photographers and sweated our way through three hundred and some pictures. It was a real work-out…
We speak another language, my husband and I. We learned it together, sitting at our kitchen table in Haiti with sweat dripping down our backs. We followed scribbled letters on a broken piece of blackboard and wrote notes in 19 cent notebooks from Walmart, purchased the fall before our move. I learned the written words…
Those pictures were soooo cute! Especially the last one! And the wagon one! And… oh… I just like all of them! 😉
Yeah… my family loves my hubby, too. His age is only a couple years younger than my parents’ ages, so that makes for a weird dynamic. They’re more like good friends rather than in-laws. My brothers like having an approachable older brother that can identify with what they’re going through. And my nine year old sister runs out to us every time we come to my parents’ house and begs for him to push her on their big swing.
It’s so adorable… It makes my heart swell up every time. 😀
My family. 🙂 My sister loves him, he gets along great with my brother, and my parents think he’s awesome. It’s such a blessing that my family loves him, too! 🙂
Yes. yes! It’s wonderful isn’t it?