Gil put a black light in the bathroom, stuck glow stars all over the place, and gave the kids flourescent dry erase markers and let them draw on the tiled walls.
This afternoon, while Gil was resting, I played Memory with the kids. Then he came out and proceeded to make a Darth Vader costume for Josiah out of water bottles and cardboard.
It’s a good thing I am useful for things like nutrition and education.
Our Annual Executive Council Retreat was last weekend, and it was great. This year: 5 girls, one guy. 4 Tanzanians, one German, one Korean.
We spent 8 hours writing our vision statement and making a master plan for the school year, and the rest of the time, we had fun! I wasn’t feeling too well, so I had to miss out on some of the fun part, but it was still so well worth the time.
I love the conversations we have with these kids. Sure, they love movies and Facebook as much as the next teenager, but they are far more interesting than just that. Last weekend, we talked about how body image is determined by culture, how superstition and animism is so much a part of African culture that it permeates Christianity in Tanzania, and what it is like to try to bridge two different ethnic backgrounds.
I learn something new every time I talk to them.
The team (right to left): Kandy, Daniel, Diana, Rachel, Joanna, and Cynthia
They’ve got a great plan for this school year. I am proud of their ambition and their love for their school. Great things ahead!
I’m sitting in the living room without the fans on, and am starting to get uncomfortable. I wore my hair down last week for the last time of the season. The sweat is returning for yet another year.
One of the electricity phases in our house just went out, which means that 1/3 of our lights/fans/outlets aren’t working. Josiah just had a little tantrum over the fact that his own personal bed fan stopped working. Sorry, Buster. Ain’t much I can do about that.
Josiah got up this morning, stripped naked, and the very first thing he put on were his knee high, multi-colored Cars socks. There isn’t much in life that is more amusing than seeing a tiny naked little brown boy wearing nothing but socks. After all, his socks are always the most important part of whatever ensemble he happens to choose for the day.
This morning I was walking home from school and got caught in the rain. It stopped as soon as I hit our driveway. As it dripped off my eyelashes, I prayed for more. The dams are emptying and the power cuts will soon start again.
I just got over three days of the stomach flu. Nothing like laying on the bathroom floor that makes one really, really thankful for general health.
Unfortunately the stomach trouble started during our Student Council leadership retreat. But it was still a good weekend.
I voted yesterday. Today, after school, while my mom friends and I watched our kids on the playground, the topic turned to politics, as it has a lot recently. One of my friends, who is simply amazingly interesting, admitted today that she read all 2000 pages of the Heathcare Bill. I like politics, but she is my source of information. Wish I could vote her into Congress.
Tomorrow I will go to the FedEx office and mail off the remainder of our documents for our adoption dossier. The paperwork pregnancy will finally be out of my hands.
This morning the doctor diagnosed Gil’s toe pain as gout. Apparently it isn’t just a condition from Jane Austen novels.
Our niece just got married last weekend and we missed it. However, a teacher friend who we have known for 8 years is getting married in November in Kenya, and today I started planning her shower. She and I gleefully laughed that it was recently discovered that a store at the mall does wedding registries. They even have the little gun! she said.
This year all of our students are going through Crazy Love by Francis Chan. Today I looked for quotes from the book to put up on posters all throughout the school.
In our world, where hundreds of things distract us from God, we
have to intentionally and consistently remind ourselves of Him.
The point of your life is to point to Him. Whatever you are
doing, God wants to be glorified, because this whole thing is His. It is His
movie, His world, His gift.
His art, His handiwork, and His creation all echo the truth
that He is glorious. There is no other like Him. He is the King of Kings, the
Beginning and the End, the One who was and is and is to come.
It’s all about Superman these days. But usually, he is not Superman, he insists he is Clark Kent. Hence the jacket and glasses. As you can tell from his expression, this is all taken very seriously.
Caleb was her very first friend. They are the same age and were adopted within months of each other.
Grace and Caleb, about 1 year old
Josiah and Imani are also the same age, and adopted within months of each other. So their family are very special friends with ours, and getting together is always filled with great anticipation. I can’t wait for Saturday, Grace said all week. Caleb and Imani live out in a village and we don’t get to see them very often.
Just way too cute…… (and don’t worry, we don’t bring up the marriage thing any more!)
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