First of all, Pete is here. I
always thought he was before. He left
work to be a school awards and soccer matches and left work to come watch the
girls do gymnastics. I was grateful for
his presence. But now we have quality
and quantity time. He is home when the
kids get home from school and we have family dinner every night.
Last night was our
bi-weekly Missionary night. I was brought to tears when we began the time of
worship and looked up and saw that Josh was leading the music on the
piano. Later in the night Jessica
recited all the books in the Old Testament accurately and with poise.
It is Saturday morning and Josh
has finished making the pizza dough for tonight and the homemade pizza sauce is
bubbling on the stove. The coffee cake
is hot out of the oven and Pete and Josh are having a guitar lesson. Jessica is upstairs playing the piano. Emily
is decorating our height chart (Josh is now almost 5’3” and the girls are 4’4”)
I am heading out to Target with
a girlfriend to try and get Christmas presents (they bring a semi truck size
container full of stuff from Target, Rite Aid so we call it target). It is
actually more like going to a garage sale, but paying regular price.
Thursday morning I stayed and
saw the kids’ morning assembly. Emily led the school in singing the Cameroonian
national anthem in FRENCH. Then they did
several songs and prayers in French.
As I write this Jessica is
asking for “special time” with mommy. We miss piano lessons with Jennifer,
soccer, and gymnastics, but we don’t miss all the craziness of hunting to find
game socks and driving all over town. Josh is asking if we can stay in Cameroon
longer than 3 years because he loves it here so much.
Tomorrow is World Mission
Sunday and I am so aware of how many Missionaries there are in the world in
various ways. All sacrifice in some
ways, but all seem richly blessed to. I feel really honored to be able to be a
Missionary.
-Joy
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