Mike was in India for 2 weeks. The day before he came home I drove to his parents house since that is closer to the airport.
As I left home, I discovered the GPS was not working.
Now, of course, I’ve been to my parents (in law) a thousand times, but I’m very (very) bad with roads and cars and directions and all that kind of stuff.?As Lucy says in Narnia when Edmund says the worst thing about girls is that they don’t carry a map in their heads: ‘That’ s ?because our heads have something in them’.?But I thought I’d try. I could always stop and ask for directions to some stranger. (Yeah right)
After driving for a little while, while praying very, very hard, I thought… God wants to use this to tell me something.?I always want to know ahead of time what’s going to happen. I worry about things that might happen in 20 years.?The way I understood it, God wanted to tell me that He’s in control and He’ll tell me where to go and what to do the moment He thinks I should know.
So here I was, driving along, frantically pushing the power button […]
My mom raised 7 children. well, 4 of them aren’t grown up yet. And even the 3 oldest will never grow very much. But at least we are adults. Or we pretend to be. But the point that I wanted to make is…my mom is a hero. Abel was smearing his food in his hair. Gabri?l was screaming. He was as red as a little tomato. And I felt very much like…. Well, like doing a whole lot of things I shouldn’t. And maybe I also felt like screaming along with him. But then mom came. And the sisters. (and the brothers.) My two sisters went and cleaned the whole living room up, just like that! And swept the floor, too. Mom took care of Abel. 5 minutes later the food was in his little belly, out of his hair, and he was happily running around again. Mom was holding her little namesake and he enjoyed doing a very pathetic little after-cry while his grandma held him and cuddled him. And I got a head again! And a clean house! Before we knew it they were gone again,but what a big difference they had made! […]
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When we moved into this house, there was a dishwasher we could buy from the previous people.
We did, and I was very happy. I have been the principal dish-washer for … a very long time!
At home, I did the dishes and my sister dressed and bathed the little ones. I don’t know how it came to be that way…maybe because I never had much patience with the little ones?
And then? when I got married, I was , of course, again the dish-washer. (My parents now have a dishwasher machine 😉 )
So, like I said, I was very happy to give the job to the machine.
But the machine isn’t very good. It doesn’t always get everything clean, no matter what I do. And then we wondered…how clean is everything else? Does it just look clean, or is it clean? I should check the final rinse-water sometime.
So, we decided to do the dishes by hand again. Mike very honestly did admit that he realized the ‘we’ meant ‘me’.
This is true a lot of the time, but not always. After supper, we do the dishes together. It’s relaxing. Talking together. Working together. And […]
? Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand. Isaiah 64:8
My parents house has a little cellar.
It’s divided into two little rooms. When you come down, you enter the first room, and it looks like most cellars do. Shelves of food, boxes of potatoes and pumpkins, and two freezers.
But to the left there is a door, and when you look through that door, you come to the more unusual part of the cellar. It is my dads workplace. He has a more normal workplace in a shed in the garden, with tools and seeds and such, but this is his pottery workplace. If you can’t find him anywhere and it’s summer, he’ll be somewhere in the garden.
If you can’t find him anywhere and it is winter,? he’s bound to be in his pottery workshop.
I love coming in there and taking a peek. There’s always something interesting to find. Or just to chat with dad while he is working on t
he wheel. Making something new. Sometimes he makes something that I really think very pretty. Then, […]
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