I thought up a little poem to commemorate my leftover mexican food…
Carrots and potatoes are very nice,
But refried beans just take the cake
Because you can enjoy them thrice!
You too now begin to be a magician
I thought up a little poem to commemorate my leftover mexican food…
Carrots and potatoes are very nice,
But refried beans just take the cake
Because you can enjoy them thrice!
A romance that brought forth a beautiful love child, inception was a phenomenal essence conceived of the thirteenth floor and the matrix – I would say, to date, the best movie I have ever seen!
I’m not paranoid: There are two people in the world I trust; you, and me. However, I’m not so sure about you…
Im thinking that im a pretty simple guy – there is not much i want to do before i die – and in saying that, all the little things like going to Italy or to Jerusalem are all within my grasp at any time I would want to take the risk – but i suppose my list would be simple for things that are somewhat out of my direct control (although not my sphere of influence):
1. Have a carefree day – just one!
2. See each of my children commit their lives to Christ and persist unwavering
3. Dance with my daughters on their wedding days – and love the man they are marrying
4. See my sons feel they are successful in life and have a healthy God-loving family
5. Live to an old and healthy age still married to and living with the wife of my youth
Not to much to ask for right?
I’ve been too busy to write about anything – but I thought this was funny!
Late last week our friend Junior from HIS Home for Children came to stay with us for a week. When he walked in and our daughter Christella saw him, she hid, and went off alone and was in tears – such strong tears that she was having gut-wrenching convulsions.
I turned to Junior and said "I bet she thinks you’re taking her ‘home’" – and sure enough – she was afraid Junior was here to take her back to the Orphanage. Once Amanda and Junior (Amanda in English, Junior in Creole) explained that Junior was only here to visit, and when he left, Christella would be staying with us – she brightened right up, and not another word of it.
It was a great confirmation that she loves us, and wants to be with us, but a sad testimonial to how much trauma she has experienced in her short little life.
Below are pictures of the Hotel Villa Therese that we stayed at twice last year in Haiti, before and after pictures posted by our friend (and Hotel Manager, Alix).
It took me a few minutes to even be sure that I was looking at the same structure – unbelievable. And then, when searching to try and understand how the guests of the Hotel fared, I found this article…
I have heard people, perhaps carelessly, talk about how much “beauty” they see in the ruins of Haiti, but can we really forget so quickly what happened to the lives of the people there, and how this destruction impacted people around the world, once we are home, and comfortable in the safety of our lives?
I have to warn you, that it is absolutely heart-breaking; and only one single story, in a country full of devastation.
While I’m usually someone with a lot of words – there really isn’t anything that I can think to say – just numb silence…
It will always be with bitter-sweet memories that I recall the month that the Lord brought our children home to us.