It's been five speedy months since I last wrote, Maybe We've Forgotten How to be Nice, from the stifling heat of an August day in Georgia. Today, it is a crisp 7 degrees, and snow blankets our hometown of Boise. It is not for want of writing or lack of subject matter that this blog has gone quiet; but merely the pace of life. Here are a few things that can keep one from writing regularly.
Moving into a new home a mere three days before my dear husband flew to New Zealand and Australia for two weeks of work. (No photo can do justice to the crazy of this life event!)
|Traveling with the sweet daughter and her |
senior class to Europe for ten
fun-filled, sleep deprived days.
|Traveling to Washington with both of my dear |
children to tour a potential college for the sweet girl.
Note big brother's Boise State hat. Loyal alumnus he is.
|Hosting 15 dear ones for Thanksgiving.|
Hosting a small group Bible study/missional community in our home each week.
Reading, studying and learning how to live wholeheartedly, with honesty and vulnerability.
Growing ever closer to the sweet love Jesus pours out on us all, and seeing that love pour out of myself, my precious family and our small group friends as we jumped feet first into service for our refugee friends who are learning and adapting to life in the United States.
"I get the invitation every morning when I wake up to actually live a life of complete engagement, a life of whimsy, a life where love does. . . It's the invitation to actually live, to fully participate in this amazing life for one more day." Bob Goff
Thank you Jesus. I accept.