Re-telling a story about one of the most beautiful women I met in the village in 2009 that touched my heart and I still think of her to this day…
So, I’m homeschooling. It’s not my first choice as far as educating my children goes (purely because I’m not a formally trained educator)… but it suits our lifestyle best considering all of the recent transitions. If we were still living on the base in Zambia I’d be homeschooling. There’s a very good chance that I will be homeschooling when we move back to Africa on a more permanent basis too. In certain instances good international schools can be found when overseas, but one generally has to be located near a big city. In our line of work, re-locating near a big city is quite the stretch because our focus is on rural communities, i.e., the wild bush where jackals and gazelles roam. I love the village. Sigh and pause for effect.
What does one do when they have an allergic reaction at 37,000 feet in the air? (Just a little light heartedness to brighten you day!)
My family and I are settling back into the land of the free! (Seriously people we are way freer than places like Myanmar and China). We arrived four days ago from South Africa after spending five months abroad in Asia and Africa. My heart is set on filling you in on our adventures. I’m also very keen to delve back into the deep issues of the heart, life, and the nations. I love hinging these important realities on thanksgiving and gratitude. It’s my favorite. Nevertheless, before I make that journey again, I’d like to share with you a light-hearted, comical story about our rather eventful flight to Orlando from South Africa. Besides, I’m a little rusty. What better way to kick start this intense season of writing with a little humor?
That one time
at band camp when I put my foot in my mouth and I ignored the leading of the Holy Spirit
Once upon a time there was a girl with a small frame and a BIG mouth. That girl shall remain unnamed for the duration of this entry. Her mouth often got her into trouble, especially this one time.
One beautiful, sunny day in Jacksonville, Florida this girl and her husband were visiting friends. They started the day with a delicious breakfast that included but was not limited to fried eggs and Sriracha sauce. The moment with the Sriracha sauce foreshadowed upcoming events. The small-framed girl with the very BIG mouth proceeded to squeeze the Sriracha sauce onto her eggs but to no avail. Instead she channeled her inner Van Goh, or however you spell his name, and painted the white carpet red. Fortunately for her, a carpet cleaner was on standby.