Back again

Yes, I'm still here. I was in Amsterdam Monday-Wednesday at a support-raising seminar along with 2o or so other desperate missionaries in our mission :) It was pretty intense time-wise, but a good chance to be reminded of what is important about giving/receiving, be given new tools, and be reminded about things I knew but had let slide.

I missed my family and I'm glad that I won't have to be away from them any time in the near future.

The airplane ride home was beautiful, clear enough that we could track our progress straight down the coast of France, watch other planes zip by to the side and below us, and then watch the coast of France take a hard right into the beauty and green of northern Spain. Because we have gotten so much rain this spring Spain is beautifully green. It reminded me a lot more of Ecuador flying in than its usual arid tones of brown. We've been a little stressed out lately, and somehow the beauty of the earth spread below me was God's gentle whisper into my heart that God is with us and He will indeed take care of us, and walk through the fire with us.

It's supposed to be in the low 80's today. Yesterday we picked up my Mother's Day gift, a small table and chairs to put on our balcony outside our bedroom. I planted a pot of geraniums that I can see from my desk. They remind me of my Mom (she loved them) and make me smile. And I put a big pink and white hydrangea by the new table.

The kids had sports day yesterday and had a good time. We picked up a little sun cheering them on.

Now I'm off to catch up with housework and grocery shopping. I hope to be posting more regularly again soon!


Mother's Day

In Spain, today is Mother's Day. Troy got up with the kids, and I slept some more. From the level of racket coming from the kitchen it sounded like there was a major operation going on in there. Finally, the noise swelled down the hall: enter breakfast in bed. I was treated to french toast and scrambled eggs with bacon and of course, coffee. Coffee with milk that had been frothed within an inch of its life. :) I sat and ate my breakfast faced with a row of eager spectators (including the dog, who licked her lips and hoped to steel a bite) while I was regaled with who did what to prepare my food. As is always the case, they are impatient for me to hurry up and finish already finish eating so we can proceed to the treasure hunt.

Ever since we did one of these for Meg at Christmas a few years ago, they have been standard tradition on any given holiday. Here are the clues that Meg wrote all by herself:

She even had her brother standing by to help with the props (ie turning on the lamp just in time for me to read the clue "where is that light coming from?") I especially like the last one "I think I saw a monster in Nic's toy basket!

There was no monster, but these flowers, made all by Nic's self

and this portrait drawn for me by Meg, complete with "fancy writing" around the edges.
After general hugging and kissing, we watched Narnia together.

What more could a mother ask for?