Let summer begin

Max hates socks and shoes. I was telling a friend today that I was so happy I found a pair in our stash that he liked. Not even an hour later, he crying because the shoes are “itchy.”  Mercy child!

I told him to pull out the Chacos today. 

He has happy feet. Let’s hope it stays warm enough for him until next November. 

Saturday fun

We had an adventure to the Cities today.  Since Grace, Lydia and Silas are taking a World Religions course, we took  family trip to see the largest Hindu Temple in the United States.  We were THAT family going into the Restaurant Depot today.  We had a sign a waver for our kids to be in the store.  I was pumped to find Halal chicken.  One of our Muslim students requested that I make the Easter Sunday meal of Tikka Masala so that he could eat it. 80 lbs of chicken later and a whole cart full of food we left the store.

This is how cool Greg is to my kids.  He drove over from his place, just to walk around a grocery store with us before he had another commitment.  

On Zafar’s recommendation, we stopped at the Tii Cup and tried shaved snow.  I know, we paid for snow, yellow snow even.  Surprisingly, it was really good.  

Grace had to try the phyllo dough that we got and made apple turnovers.

We had a few extra bananas that needed to be used.

Lydia has been a busy girl sewing dolls to sell.


Crowded House

One of our Saudi students and his fiancé blessed us last night by making Kabsa (a traditional Arabic meal).  Oh my goodness, it was delicious.  Silas and Titus finished off all the leftovers this afternoon.Grace rocked out the treats for Crowded House.  Everything disappeared during the evening. A fun game of PictionaryI went to bed with a full heart last night.  One of our students told us that he thinks many students won’t remember many of their classes or what they learned but they will remember coming to our house and  being loved.  He said that every student at SCSU should come over and we should start handing out flyers to make that happen.  (that cracked me up.)

Baking Class 101

Grace has her very first baking student, Julia.  She has 8 classes planned and I am so proud of her.  Thursday was her first lesson of muffins and scones.  It was so sweet to hear nonstop talking coming from the kitchen.  She is thinking of offering sessions this summer and next fall to have more students.


This past week’s sermon was on a praying life which is something that I desire more and more.  I was reminded that I don’t need to have it all together or that I am eloquent, but rather make it an ongoing conversation with my heavenly father with planned and spontaneous times.

I was challenged to actually get out of bed and have some time with Jesus to start my day.  I usually set my alarm for 6:30 am and pray, read my bible on my phone, fall back asleep, wake up, pray etc until 7 am. No one usually bothers me because they think I am still sleeping.

Today I got up and got ready because I know if I walk over and sit in my chair, I will still fall back asleep.  I need to shower and have breakfast.  At 8:30 am, I had fed the kids and they were playing downstairs.  I thought I could sneak away for just 10-15 minutes.

I sat down in my cozy green chair in the corner of my room, took a deep breath and opened my bible to the Psalms.  No lie, not even 30 seconds later, Silas starts screaming at the top of his lungs for me. I chuckled to myself and thought, “Oh boy, this isn’t the best start.  I thought my time was supposed to be uninterrupted.”  He comes barging in my room to ask a question he knew the answer to.  I shoo him out of the room.

Deep breath, take two.

Maybe a minute later, Max waltzes into my room wanting to start his math.  I shoo him out of the room.

The dog starts barking like a crazy animal at the squirrels in our yard.

I hear kids bickering downstairs.

Max comes back into the room with his big brown eyes begging to start his math with him.

I ask him if he wants to snuggle a few minutes with his mommy while I get my heart happy in Jesus.  He nodded his head and we sat together for a few minutes.

I laughed. God knew this would happen.  It didn’t surprise him.  I did have a few minutes of quiet and I think he was pleased at my feeble attempts.  Someday this will be a distant memory and I will have an empty house and all the quiet time I would like.  Today I am going to be grateful for the grace that God has given me to live life in the here and now.  There is no perfect way to pray for which I am thankful.  God says  come as you are and that is enough.