Here are ten of my most recent "firsties," things I did for the first time:
* met Rita Chapman, a missionary serving in Kikongo whom I've been hearing about since 2008. Very Cool Beans!
* washed myself with gasoline. Peeyou.
* "jumped" electrical phases in our breaker box. Needed to learn and now I have.
* went through a Congolese military checkpoint. Ok.
* led a group of high school girls in a Bible study. These girls are fantastic!
* made pickles that actually stayed crunchy. Too salty, but at least they stayed crunchy. (whisper: They taste like Claussens.)
* drove more than three miles one way from my house, and back. Survived. Barely.
* went to the consulate for the U.S. embassy to renew our kids' passports. Not fun.
* went to a parent/teacher conference for my daughter, a senior. Somehow when we were home schooling her it seemed way too odd, even for us, to have parent/teacher conferences. hee hee.
* took my new friend Hannah to the orphanage with me to play with the kids. This is Hannah.
There is just nothing like hearing a little kid giggle!
Obviously, God is not letting me stay in a rut or get too set in my ways. Living a Christian life takes "muscle," which brings me to the subject of my new post, "Move That Muscle" on the MAF blog. I hope you'll check it out.
God is definitely developing you into a woman of courage! Love you and proud of you! - Jen
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jen! I am still a big chicken!
DeleteWashing yourself with gasoline? What does that mean?
ReplyDeleteYour list is pretty impressive. Makes Izmir, Turkey sound tame. (Going to the embassy to renew kids' passports isn't fun here, either! :-)
OliveTree, we are painting the house, little by little, and we don't have anything to wash the oil-based paint off ourselves or our rollers and brushes except gasoline. Somehow when I paint I always get more on myself than on the walls. I don't know about Izmir, but at the embassy here we are treated more like foreigners than Americans.
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