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| Just thought you'd appreciate this. For as "a" as our names are, they don't come close to the creativity of an inner-city family on my bus route. Louis, Lewis, and Kinglewes--three brothers.
Ole is improving, which means that now his puddles are right by the door rather than somewhere in the middle of the room. And he isn't waking me up early in the morning or late at night. We're almost friends :)
I've been cleaning the game/playroom. Incentive is that when it gets cold, the only place to run is in the basement, and the playroom houses the treadmill which, covered with toys, must be unburied before its use. Perfect time to listen to la Biblia for hours on end. Pero, si voy a escuchar muchas horas en Espanol, penso que necessito un trabajo por mis manos. Knitting, crocheting, cross-stitch, beading, quilting--those are all expensive hobbies that you have to store somewhere. But the bigger problem being that I don't like those things and am not good at them. Any other suggestions?
It's amazing what kids can make you do. Britta insisted that it was
SOOOO hot today she needed to go for a swim. The high today was 75, and
we didn't go for the swim until 7:30 p.m. We didn't turn purple, but it
was cold and we were definitely the only people out there on Sept. 20th!
Love,
Loopi
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| Yesterday. Enough said. But in the middle of it, it was a sweet time with the Lord. We were stuck with, "Well, Lord, I guess if I can't worship you right now, there really isn't a good time to worship you." I was sitting in a freezing church office by myself (the only difference between HQ and that office is the quantity of people--then again, maybe there aren't any differences :), waiting for a punching bag to materialize out of no-where to pound, instead of the individual who called with a fake story--he was really an investigative reporter trying to slam home-school or conservative parents. And then I replayed the conversation and realize that I'm not sorry for what I said. I don't have to worry in advance about what I am going to say, I just need to be in right relationship with the Lord. What relief! And then I got mad at the 115,000 clip-art images that I couldn't open from their zip files. But how selfish and foolish of me to get mad at inanimate objects that are just doing what they are designed to do. It's amazing how much selfishness comes out when you work all by yourself. You think that the world would be perfect if you were the only one left ;) but alas! You can feel really stupid when you're using very simple layout programs that you cannot figure out how to use. There are a few other not-so-successful things about yesterday, but there were four positives: 1) I discovered that you can use a phone card for a fax machine that has no long-distance hook-up. 2) I got in to visit Aunt Lois. She and her roommate had just settled down for a long night nap, but they let me play them to sleep. 3) I bought a computer yesterday. I considered backing out, but the fact that I had been successful sending a fax made me feel that perhaps I might be able to complete one more thing, although I better not try anything else. 4) I got to talk to Jude. By the time I drove home 9 pm I was talking with your cool sister and tried to wash the car in a car wash, but I missed the tire area entirely and lost my $6. Have you ever been in the car wash where it pours out water and gives you a green light to move forward except you can't move anywhere? Or have gone out of a car wash with a wet, dirty car? But by then I was finally laughing about the day, and days are always pleasant when you can do that, so I really have no reason to look back with anything other than fond memories of yesterday. But today. Let's not go there. ac | | |
| Went on a bikeride around the lake. About half-way I past a marina and a picnic table/garden area (in White Bear). Saw a lady in a long skirt reading. About a block later was thinking that maybe she was a believer, and maybe she was reading her Bible. Well, Lord, bless that lady and give her some good insights. I kept going. But kept thinking, What if I am supposed to go talk to her? And tell her I'm a believer, and ask her if she is a sister in Christ? And maybe she is from some cult and I'll be able to share Christ with her! Worst that could happen is she won't talk with me.
I was thinking about the time 12 or 15 years ago when I passed people outside the Jessamine County Courthouse. A girl/lady (my age or younger) was wailing hysterically. Probably a terrible verdict for her or someone she loved. I had the thought that I should go pray with her. I should just go up to her, say, "Hey, I don't know what you're going through right now, but would you mind if I prayed with you?" Only I didn't obey the prompting of the Holy Spirit. I kept going. When I came back through on my way to the car, I may even have been given a second chance--I can't remember. But seared in my conscience is the realization that God told me to speak to her and I didn't.
And now when I have a prompting to go speak to people, even if I think that maybe it is my idea and not God's idea, I figure the least I can do is go talk with them. I have lost opportunities to make up for. Perhaps that girl beside the Courthouse would have come to Christ, or would have been encouraged, or would have been kept from committing suicide, or who knows what scenario. If nothing else, I failed to be refreshed by the random encounter because I was embarrassed to obey God.
So I turned around to go talk with the lady sitting at the table. As it turns out, it was an opportunity to practice my Spanish, because she was reading Genesis en su Biblia de Espanol and knew no English. Angie would be proud of me that Dolores could understand the basic gist of what I was saying and we could enjoy a brief encounter about God's Word. She and her family must have just moved here--from somewhere a few hours from Monterrey--and may even come to Straitgate's Spanish service sometime (groan--I haven't memorized the phone number or the address of the church yet, so I wasn't much help in providing directions). It was good to remember that random encounters don't merely happen when you are out busing on Saturday mornings looking for Mr. Garvin's famous "fish."
Love,
Loopi
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| It's time for some good stories. But it's also time for bed. And since you just saw Abby and Nita, be sure to get the hug Abby should give you from me.
Olympics are Saturday, so you won't be hearing from me much this weekend.
But I have to agree with Annie. I think I'm gonna like it here :)
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| Two important additions today. I made it biking around the lake this morning before it rained. It was beautiful, and I wasn't even sore. And I enjoyed my first lunch at the Minneapolis Club.
Also, I cleaned through all the books that James left behind when he
moved out of the room I'm not staying in. Interested in Rushdoony,
Chaucer, or dozens of mystery books? And the new strings are finally on
the guitar. That was supposed to happen a month ago.
Other important things--Kiki tells stories like Alaina. The whole house stops to listen. So I'm sitting here listening to Kiki's stories of biking to 3 Seasons and getting rootbeer floots--6 for the price of 3! Cole, the neighbor that went with, said, "Guys, quiet down. There's people over there trying to have a peaceful meal, and it's like Happy Hour over here!"
Love,
Loopi
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