We had a children's choir in from Uganda today.
20 orphans and their "aunties" and "uncles".
Amazing.
Their energy and enthusiasm was inspiring.
They were singing and dancing and smiling the whole way through.
And I was tapping my toes and (trying to) dance, and also smiling the whole way through.
Contagious joy, really.
I couldn't help but reflect their joy.
And then it dawned on me.
No one misses them.
They don't have parents to call to say they are having a good time.
Or that they arrived safely.
Or who will greet them with open arms at the airport upon their return.
They are gone for 6 months.
And they are with all the family they have.
They share their stories with each other.
And that's good.
But there is this crazy delight in arriving home from a trip and sharing tales of the adventures you've been on.
And knowing that your mom or dad waits eagerly to hear exactly that.
I wanted to hug all of them.
And to suddenly put an addition onto my house.
I'm pretty sure I could hold 20 kids in the backyard in tents for now.
Almost positive.
Uganda.
Prayers for the children of Uganda.
Is there a reason they are tugging at my heart strings?
Suddenly they aren't Invisible Children anymore.
So, that's the story of my life. Sometimes I apologize for singing. Other times, I try to stop. Sometimes I even annoy myself. But the truth? A parent of one of my students once said, "You're singing again. Hmm. That's a heart that's full of joy." And I kind of like that. May you know His joy. And really understand what it means that "He gives strength to His people and blesses His people with peace." Ps.29:11
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
Humming and Hawing...
After many attempts at this, a blog has been created. All in the name of posting on someone else's blog.
Ah well, probably a good thing.
Today a crew of us went to the snake pits in Narcisse, Manitoba.
A lot of snakes.
Like 5000.
In one place for mating season.
Crazy business.
Relaxing to hold them.
Fun to catch them.
Intriguing to see the spaghetti noodle piles of snakes falling off the edges into the pits.
How do they all know to come back to the same place every year?
For enough years that it's a tourist attraction with signs and everything.
Wow.
Really, that's all there is to say.
It's time for me to get back to work.
Or sleep.
The silence of post-midnight is good.
Fitting, even.
It's like the world is supposed to be quiet and be okay with that.
Sometimes the world doesn't get that you can be quiet during the day, too.
Be still and know that He is God.
me
Ah well, probably a good thing.
Today a crew of us went to the snake pits in Narcisse, Manitoba.
A lot of snakes.
Like 5000.
In one place for mating season.
Crazy business.
Relaxing to hold them.
Fun to catch them.
Intriguing to see the spaghetti noodle piles of snakes falling off the edges into the pits.
How do they all know to come back to the same place every year?
For enough years that it's a tourist attraction with signs and everything.
Wow.
Really, that's all there is to say.
It's time for me to get back to work.
Or sleep.
The silence of post-midnight is good.
Fitting, even.
It's like the world is supposed to be quiet and be okay with that.
Sometimes the world doesn't get that you can be quiet during the day, too.
Be still and know that He is God.
me
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