Author: teanna2day
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time stands still
Sometimes yesterday seems to catch up and merge with today. Combines. Tractors. Rolling wheat fields. Beautiful golden yellow treasures of time stored for future generations to wonder. Time stands still and runs toward tomorrow. From the big city to the deep, rolling wheat farms of Washington, this is our last week in the States.
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mom’s losing it
There is a scene in Cheaper By the Dozen when the 7-year old twins are in search and destroy mode. In her final moments of sanity before her head blows up, the movie-mom who has birthed a dozen says in her final pre-blast off warning, “Mom’s losing it.” Been there. Done that. Numerous times.
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a dream and a garden
Just a moment ago or maybe it was almost 10 years, I had the idea that people might like to follow the unordinary life of a missionary family on furlough. I blogged. At least a little bit. Because when you are an ordinary mom with 4 little girls on a road trip that lasts three…
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buzzing around connecting point
Equipped with one enormous jelly green raffle ticket roll and cute little aprons, round and round we buzzed like the proverbial summer bee at a watermelon fest. ‘We’re raising money for a little boy named ‘Cash’ who is sick. Would you like to buy a ticket to help his family?” A few folks swatted us…
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and that is our story
Last night we traveled to distant, much loved lands. We broke bread together and re-told the stories of redemption. It is by design that we see Jesus sitting and talking at table over and again. It is by design that the deepest symbols of love are the bread and the wine. And, that is our…
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so this is goodbye
You get a lot of goodbyes when you go missionary. Every other summer, we pack our bags and mixed emotions and leave our home for a summer in the States. The odd scorching days become a whirlwind of travel, speaking at churches, fast food, strange beds, long road trips, and great family memories. Along the…
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hide. here come the missionaries.
A new friend of ours admitted that he often skips service when the missionaries come to speak at his church. It sort of falls under the ‘no guilt for not going’ category (my words not his). He didn’t believe me when I told him that I used to do the very same thing. Even when…
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courage
They thought that the bullet would silence us. But out of that silence came a thousand voices. Nothing changed in my life except this: weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, fervor, and courage was born. Malala Yousafzai, in a speech to the UN this week. She is a Pakistani teenager who was shot in the…
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weeping linens
Most assuredly, I come as a huge shock to the scurrying shoppers swooping in to quickly gather up their bounty. There, in the middle of the linen aisle, I stand, a forlorn woman, weepingly caressing a trendy gray and yellow weave, 400 count, Egyptian cotton sheet set. “You are beautiful.” I lament. “Ma’am, do you…
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just a little chuckle
Today we sent all 4 girls to volleyball camp right down the street. Some comments that made me chuckle: Do you speak European? Hungary? Never heard of it! Do you have electricity there? We may need to think about adding Geography back into the school curriculum. Tune in tomorrow for a new post – got…
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